Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

We Cannot Conceive Of Matter Being Formed Of Nothing, Since Things Require A Seed To Start From... Therefore There Is Not Anything Which Returns To Nothing, But All Things Return Dissolved Into Their Elements.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!