Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

Of All Complexions The Culled Sovereignty Do Meet, As At A Fair, In Her Fair Cheek, Where Several Worthies Make One Dignity, Where Nothing Wants That Want Itself Doth Seek.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.