Death Makes No Conquest Of This Conqueror:

Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The Approaching Tide Will Shortly Fill The Reasonable Shores That Now Lie Foul And Muddy.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.