Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons,

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

A Good Heart Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun And Not The Moon, For It Shines Bright And Never Changes.

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.