Let Me Not To The Marriage Of

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

We Are Not The First Who With Best Meaning Have Incurred The Worst

We Know What We Are, But Know Not What We May Be.

Get Thee Glass Eyes, And Like A Scurvy Politician, Seem To See The Things Thou Dost Not.