Light, Seeking Light, Doth Light Of Light

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.

Better Three Hours Too Soon Than A Minute Too Late.

Strong Reasons Make Strong Actions Let Us Go If You Say Ay, The King Will Not Say No.