He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure; But Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise, The Tent That Searches To Th' Bottom Of The Worst.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

The Most Peaceable Way For You, If You Do Take A Thief, Is, To Let Him Show Himself What He Is And Steal Out Of Your Company.

The Whirligig Of Time Brings In His Revenges.