Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

In The Modesty Of Fearful Duty, I Read As Much As From The Rattling Tongue Of Saucy And Audacious Eloquence.