Divers Philosophers Hold That The

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.

A Good Heart Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun And Not The Moon, For It Shines Bright And Never Changes.

For It Falls Out That What We Have We Prize Not To The Worth Whiles We Enjoy It, But Being Lacked And Lost, Why, Then We Rack The Value, Then We Find The Virtue That Possession Would Not Show Us While It Was Ours.