Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.