Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

Therefore I Tell My Sorrows To The Stones; Who, Though They Cannot Answer My Distress, Yet In Some Sort They Are Better Than The Tribunes, For That They Will Not Intercept My Tale: When I Do Weep, They Humbly At My Feet Receive My Tears And Seem To Weep With Me; And, Were They But Attired In Grave Weeds, Rome Could Afford No Tribune Like To These.