Tis In Ourselves That We Are Thus,

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee Fickle.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.