All Is Well Ended, If

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be, For Loan Oft Loses Both Itself And Friend, And Borrowing Dulls The Edge Of Husbandry.

Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than Mutinies In A Man's Bosom; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.