Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In

Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

Good Name In Man And Woman, Dear My Lord, Is The Immediate Jewel Of Their Souls: Who Steals My Purse Steals Trash; ’tis Something, Nothing; ’twas Mine, ’tis His, And Has Been Slave To Thousands; But He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Not Enriches Him, And Makes Me Poor Indeed.