I Wish My Horse Had The Speed

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till Used.