Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.

Tis Safter To Be That Which We Destroy Than By Destruction Dwell In Doubtful Joy.