[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The Reason.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!