The Hind That Would Be Mated By

The Very Substance Of The Ambitious Is Merely The Shadow Of A Dream.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You Know.