Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.