Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole World Kin.