Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.