The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian Or An Ordinary Man Has; But I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.