And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

Is Love A Tender Thing? It Is Too Rough, Too Rude, Too Boisterous, And It Pricks Like Thorn.

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

I Rather Would Entreat Thy Company; To See The Wonders Of The World Abroad, Than, Living Dully Sluggardized At Home, Wear Out Thy Youth With Shapeless Idleness.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?