Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

My Friends Were Poor, But Honest, So's My Love.

It Is Certain That Either Wise Bearing Or Ignorant Carriage Is Caught As Men Take Diseases, One Of Another.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.

But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace. Rich She Shall Be, That's Certain; Wise, Or I'll None; Virtuous, Or I'll Never Cheapen Her; Fair, Or I'll Never Look On Her; Mild, Or Come Not Near Me; Noble, Or Not I For An Angel; Of Good Discourse, And Excellent Musician And Her Hair Shall Be Of What Colour It Shall Please God.