What's Done Can't Be Undone.

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

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

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.