Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

All Offences Come From The Heart.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

Ay, Is It Not A Language I Speak?

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.