And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

When Fortune Means To Men Most Good, She Looks Upon Them With A Threatening Eye.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

Supposition All Our Lives Shall Be Stuck Full Of Eyes; For Treason Is But Trusted Like The Fox, Who, Ne'er So Tame, So Cherished And Locked Up, Will Have A Wild Trick Of His Ancestors.