I Would Give All Of My Fame

Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage Slip; Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted: Fair Flowers That Are Not Gather'd In Their Prime Rot And Consume Themselves In Little Time.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.