Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.

Though Fortune's Malice Overthrow My State, My Mind Exceeds The Compass Of Her Wheel.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.