With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou

There Needs Not Strength To Be Added To Inviolate Chastity; The Excellency Of The Mind Makes The Body Impregnable.

Remember That In All Miseries Lamenting Becomes Fools, And Action, Wise Folk.

They Love Indeed Who Quake To Say They Love.

How Violently Do Rumors Blow The Sails Of Popular Judgments! How Few There Be That Can Discern Between Truth And Truth-likeness, Between Shows And Substance!

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?