For I Can Raise No Money By

Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will Be Too Long.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.

It Is A Wise Father That Knows His Own Child.