The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than

It May Do Good; Pride Hath No Other Glass To Show Itself But Pride, For Supple Knees Feed Arrogance And Are The Proud Man's Fees.

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

Fare Thee Well, King: Sith Thus Thou Wilt Appear, Freedom Lives Hence, And Banishment Is Here.