Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

To Die, To Sleep - To Sleep, Perchance To Dream - Ay, There's The Rub, For In This Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.