I Must Be Gone And Live, Or

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly May Easily Untie.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

As Many Arrows, Loosed Several Ways, Come To One Mark...so Many A Thousand Actions, Once Afoot, End In One Purpose.