The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures]

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

Tis Much When Sceptres Are In Children's Hands, But More When Envy Breeds Unkind Division: There Comes The Ruin, There Begins Confusion.

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.