Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.

The Brightness Of Her Cheek Would Shame Those Stars As Daylight Doth A Lamp; Her Eyes In Heaven Would Through The Airy Region Stream So Bright That Birds Would Sing, And Think It Were Not Night.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.