Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

Lord Bacon Told Sir Edward Coke When He Was Boasting, The Less You Speak Of Your Greatness, The More Shall I Think Of It.