The Patient Must Minister To Himself

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.