Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

The Fortune Of Us That Are The Moon's Men Doth Ebb And Flow Like The Sea, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By The Moon.

He Was A Man, Take Him For All In All, I Shall Not Look Upon His Like Again.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

She's Good, Being Gone.

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.