Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

When Great Leaves Fall, The Winter Is At Hand.

From Women's Eyes This Doctrine I Derive: They Sparkle Still The Right Promethean Fire; They Are The Books, The Arts, The Academes, That Show, Contain And Nourish All The World.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.