Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.