Our Enemies Are Our Outward Consciences.

Life's Uncertain Voyage.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

Excellent Wretch! Perdition Catch My Soul But I Do Love Thee! And When I Love Thee Not, Chaos Is Come Again.

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.