As Good Luck Would Have It.

If We Shadows Have Offended, Think But This, And All Is Mended, That You Have But Slumber'd Here While These Visions Did Appear.

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.