Men Have Marble, Women Waxen, Minds.

Come Give Us A Taste Of Your Quality.

He Shall Spurn Fate, Scorn Death, And Bear His Hopes 'bove Wisdom, Grace And Fear: And You All Know, Security Is Mortals' Chiefest Enemy.

The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.