Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

Why, Thou Knowest I Am As Valiant As Hercules, But Beware Instinct. The Lion Will Not Touch The True Prince. Instinct Is A Great Matter. I Was A Coward On Instinct.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.