To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The

A Good Wit Will Make Use Of Anything.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herald Of Joy: I Were But Little Happy, If I Could Say How Much. Lady, As You Are Mine, I Am Yours: I Give Away Myself For You And Dote Upon The Exchange.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.