Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

Who Soars Too Near The Sun, With Golden Wings, Melts Them.

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.