It Is In Pardoning That We Are

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

Thus Sometimes Hath The Brightest Day A Cloud; And After Summer Evermore Succeeds Barren Winter, With His Wrathful Nipping Cold: So Cares And Joys Abound, As Seasons Fleet.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

For Brutus Is An Honourable Man; So Are They All, All Honourable Men.