Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.

Not From The Stars Do I My Judgement Pluck, And Yet Methinks I Have Astronomy. But Not To Tell Of Good Or Evil Luck, Of Plagues, Of Dearths, Or Season's Quality; Nor Can I Fortune To Brief Minutes Tell ... Or Say With Princes If It Shall Go Well.

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.