Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

We Suffer A Lot The Few Things We Lack And We Enjoy Too Little The Many Things We Have.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes