Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.

It Is The Very Error Of The Moon; She Comes More Nearer Earth Than She Was Wont, And Makes Men Mad.

Being Your Slave What Should I Do But Tend, Upon The Hours, And Times Of Your Desire? I Have No Precious Time At All To Spend; Nor Services To Do Till You Require.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.