There Is Nothing So Confining As The

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.

When I Was At Home I Was In A Better Place

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.