How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.