Speak Comfortable Words.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

Thou Hast No Figures Nor No Fantasies Which Busy Care Draws In The Brains Of Men; Therefore Thou Sleep'st So Sound.

Don't Judge A Man's Conscience By Looking At His Face Cause He May Have A Bad Heart.

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.