Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At Home Condemn Them.

Why, What's The Matter, That You Have Such A February Face, So Full Of Frost, Of Storm And Cloudiness?

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.