Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.