What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty In Men; All Perjured, All Forsworn, All Naught, All Dissemblers.

The Icy Precepts Of Respect.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

Join Not With Grief, Fair Woman, Do Not So, To Make My End Too Sudden.