Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True Proof Of Virtue.

I Should Think This A Gull, But That The White-bearded Fellow Speaks It; Knavery Cannot, Sure, Hide Himself In Such Reverence.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.