The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

Patience Is Sottish, And Impatience Does Become A Dog That's Mad.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.