He That Dies Pays All Debts.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

Who Can Be Wise, Amazed, Temperate And Furious, Loyal And Neutral, In A Moment? No Man.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.