When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor

Inconstancy Falls Off Ere It Begins.

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

Lord Bacon Told Sir Edward Coke When He Was Boasting, The Less You Speak Of Your Greatness, The More Shall I Think Of It.

Love's Mind Of Judgment Rarely Hath A Taste: Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

Fair Is Foul, And Foul Is Fair, Hover Through Fog And Filthy Air.