I'll Read Enough When I Do See

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

O Judgment ! Thou Art Fled To Brutish Beasts, And Men Have Lost Their Reason !

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.