Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full

So Weary With Disasters, Tugg'd With Fortune, That I Would Set My Life On Any Chance, To Mend, Or Be Rid On't.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!

Pride Went Before, Ambition Follows Him.