How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

Those Friends Thou Hast, And Their Adoption Tried, Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hoops Of Steel; But Do Not Dull Thy Palm With Entertainment Of Each New-hatch'd, Unfledg'd Comrade.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

What Is Past Is Prologue.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live