Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

The Happiest Youth, Viewing His Progress Through, What Perils Past, What Crosses To Ensue, Would Shut The Book, And Sit Him Down And Die.

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.