There Is No Such Sport As Sport

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

Beauty Lives With Kindness.