For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.