Stars, Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry. But Were We Burd'ned With Like Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain: So Thou, That Hast No Unkind Mate To Grieve Thee, With Urging Helpless Patience Wouldst Relieve Me; But If Thou Live To See Like Right Bereft, This Fool-begged Patience In Thee Will Be Left.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.