One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good.

An Overflow Of Good Converts To Bad.

No, No; 'tis All Men's Office To Speak Patience To Those That Wring Under The Load Of Sorrow, But No Man's Virtue Nor Sufficiency To Be So Moral When He Shall Endure The Like Himself. Therefore Give Me No Counsel: My Griefs Cry Louder Than Advertisement.

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.