Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!

Every True Man's Apparel Fits Your Thief.

I'll Break My Staff, Bury It Certain Fathoms In The Earth, And Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound, I'll Drown My Book!

Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Beauty's A Doubtful Good, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour; And Beauty, Blemish'd Once, For Ever's Lost, In Spite Of Physic, Painting, Pain, And Cost.