Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

Though It Be Honest, It Is Never Good To Bring Bad News.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.