The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy.

Bad's The Best Of Us.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Honor's A Thing Too Subtle For Wisdom; If Honor Lie In Eating, He's Right Honorable.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!