Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On

He That Is Proud Eats Up Himself: Pride Is His Own Glass, His Own Trumpet, His Own Chronicle.

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

The Extreme Parts Of Time Extremely Forms All Causes To The Purpose Of His Speed.

World, World, O World! But That Thy Strange Mutations Make Us Hate Thee/ Life Would Not Yield To Age.