All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.