Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.

Fortune Is Painted Blind, With A Muffler Afore Her Eyes, To Signify To You That Fortune Is Blind.