Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

We Must Every One Be A Man Of His Own Fancy.