My Heart Laments That Virtue Cannot Live

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.

Absence Doth Sharpen Love, Presence Strengthens It; The One Brings Fuel, The Other Blows It Till It Burns Clear.

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

Sweet Mercy Is Nobility's True Badge.