The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

I Have Touched The Highest Point Of All My Greatness.

To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worst.

What E'er You Are That In This Desert Inaccessible, Under The Shade Of Melancholy Boughs, Lose And Neglect The Creeping Hours Of Time.

You Undergo Too Strict A Paradox, Striving To Make An Ugly Deed Look Fair.

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.