Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your

It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient Honor Won.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition