Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

Love Goes Toward Love.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

All's Well If All Ends Well.

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.