Now I Will Believe That There Are

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Cease To Lament For That Thou Canst Not Help; And Study Help For That Which Thou Lamentest.

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

Thou Slave, Thou Wretch, Thou Coward! Thou Little Valiant, Great In Villainy! Thou Ever Strong Upon The Stronger Side! Thou Fortune's Champion, That Dost Never Fight But Where Her Humorous Ladyship Is By To Teach Thee Safety.