Approved Valor Is Made Precious By Natural

Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time, Giveth Wings.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

Misery And Misfortune Is All One; And Of Misfortune Fortune Hath Only The Gift.

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

As The Fertilest Ground, Must Be Manured, So Must The Highest Flying Wit Have A Daedalus To Guide Him.