Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.

The Benediction Of These Covering Heavens Fall On Their Heads Like Dew, For They Are Worthy To Inlay Heaven With Stars.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Think'st Thou I'd Make A Life Of Jealousy, To Follow Still The Changes Of The Moon With Fresh Suspicions? No; To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.