Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls

Like One Who Having Into Truth, By Telling Of It, Made Such A Sinner Of His Memory, To Credit His Own Lie.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.