Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do

If All The Year Were Playing Holidays; To Sport Would Be As Tedious As To Work.

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.

O Gentle Son, Upon The Heat And Flame Of Thy Distemper, Sprinkle Cool Patience.

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

By My Soul I Swear, There Is No Power In The Tongue Of Man To Alter Me.