Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon

Moderate Lamentation Is The Right Of The Dead, Excessive Grief The Enemy To The Living.

The Teeming Autumn Big With Rich Increase, Bearing The Wanton Burden Of The Prime Like Widowed Wombs After Their Lords Decease.