O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip; Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted: Fair Flowers That Are Not Gather'd In Their Prime Rot And Consume Themselves In Little Time.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

The Readiness Is All.

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.