Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

Do Not Give Dalliance Too Much Rein; The Strongest Oaths Are Straw To The Fire In The Blood.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.