There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

'by Heaven, That Thou Art Fair, Is Most Infallible True, That Thou Art Beauteous Truth Itself, That Thou Art Lovely. More Fairer Than Fair, Beautiful Than Beauteous, Truer Than Truth Itself, Have Commiseration On Thy Heroical Vassal.

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.