Kindness Nobler Ever Than Revenge.

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

Wish Chastely, And Love Dearly.

Conceit, More Rich In Matter Than In Words, Brags Of His Substance, Not Of Ornament: They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth; But My True Love Is Grown To Such Excess, I Cannot Sum Up Half My Sum Of Wealth.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."