To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

Past And To Come, Seems Best; Things Present, Worse.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying Eyes.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven