Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.

If We Say That We Have No Sin, We Deceive Ourselves, And There's No Truth In Us. Why Then Belike We Must Sin, And So Consequently Die. Ay, We Must Die An Everlasting Death.

I'm Armed With More Than Complete Steel, - The Justice Of My Quarrel.

Who Ever Loved That Loved Not At First Sight?

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.