For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.