Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

Since My Dear Soul Was Mistress Of Her Choice And Could Of Men Distinguish Her Election, Sh'ath Sealed Thee For Herself.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.