Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In

Lord Bacon Told Sir Edward Coke When He Was Boasting, The Less You Speak Of Your Greatness, The More Shall I Think Of It.

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.

Extreme Fear Can Neither Fight Nor Fly.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.