Adieu, Adieu, Adieu! Remember Me.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.