The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

I'll Privily Away; I Love The People, But Do Not Like To Stage Me To Their Eyes; Though It Do Well, I Do Not Relish Well Their Loud Applause And Aves Vehement, Nor Do I Think The Man Of Safe Discretion That Does Not Affect It.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.