A Man Should Be What He Seems.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

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

By My Troth, I Care Not; A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God A Death And Let It Go Which Way It Will He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next

It Is Not In The Stars To Hold Our Destiny But In Ourselves.