Many Can Brook The Weather That Love

Let Men Say We Be Men Of Good Government, Being Governed, As The Sea Is, By Our Noble And Chaste Mistress The Moon, Under Whose Countenance We Steal.

Gnawing With My Teeth My Bonds In Sunder, I Gain'd My Freedom.

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.