All's Well If All Ends Well.

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.