The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise,

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

A Table Full Of Welcome Makes Scarce One Dainty Dish.

Where Is Your Ancient Courage? You Were Used To Say Extremities Was The Trier Of Spirits; That Common Chances Common Men Could Bear; That When The Sea Was Calm All Boats Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.