If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

It Is A Good Divine That Follows His Own Instructions.