Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light Beguile

He That Wants Money, Means, And Content Is Without Three Good Friends.

Thyself And Thy Belongings Are Not Thine Own So Proper, As To Waste Thyself Upon Thy Virtues, They On Thee. Heaven Doth With Us As We With Torches Do, Not Light Them For Themselves; For If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us 't Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not. Spirits Are Not Finely Touch'd But To Fine Issues; Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence, But, Like A Thrifty Goddess, She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor - Both Thanks And Use.

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.