I Would We Were All Of One

That Is Honor's Scorn Which Challenges Itself As Honor's Born And Is Not Like The Sire. Honors Thrive When Rather From Our Acts We Them Derive Than Our Foregoers.

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.

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

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

The Gates Of Monarchs Are Arched So High That Giants May Jet Through And Keep Their Impious Turbans On Without Good Morrow To The Sun.