Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Die For Adultery! No: The Wren Goes To't, And The Small Gilded Fly Does Lecher In My Sight