Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presages Of My Speaking Breast.

Be Just, And Fear Not. Let All The Ends Thou Aim'st At Be Thy Country's, Thy God's And Truth's.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

A Heaven On Earth I Have Won By Wooing Thee.