How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight, Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It.