True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

Supposition All Our Lives Shall Be Stuck Full Of Eyes; For Treason Is But Trusted Like The Fox, Who, Ne'er So Tame, So Cherished And Locked Up, Will Have A Wild Trick Of His Ancestors.

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

In Limited Professions There's Boundless Theft.