Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.

A Hand As Fruitful As The Land That Feeds Us; His Dew Falls Everywhere.

My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art Another.

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.