Omittance Is No Quittance.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

Now No Way Can I Stray; Save Back To England, All The World's My Way.

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.