Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

Rumour Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures And Of So Easy And So Plain A Stop That The Blunt Monster With Uncounted Heads, The Still-discordant Wavering Multitude, Can Play Upon It.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.