Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.