Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

I Do Oppose My Patience To His Fury, And Am Arm'd To Suffer, With A Quietness Of Spirit, The Very Tyranny And Rage Of His.

Whatever Praises Itself But In The Deed, Devours The Deed In The Praise.

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.