All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Forbear, You Things That Stand Upon The Pinnacles Of State, To Boast Your Slippery Height! When You Do Fall, You Dash Yourselves In Pieces, Ne'er To Rise: And He That Lends You Pity, Is Not Wise.

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.

That Old Bald Cheater, Time.

Men That Talk Of Their Own Benefits Are Not Believed To Talk Of Them Because They Have Done Them, But To Have Done Them Because They Might Talk Of Them.

My Thoughts And I Were Of Another World.