Exit, Pursued By A Bear.

Some Glory In Their Birth , Some In Their Skill , Some In Their Wealth , Some In Their Bodies' Force , Some In Their Garments, Though New-fangled Ill; Some In Their Hawks And Hounds , Some In Their Horse ; And Every Humor Hath His Adjunct Pleasure , Wherein It Finds A Joy Above The Rest .

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.