Forbear To Judge, For We

To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother: Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons.

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway You.

Love Is Your Master, For He Masters You; And He That Is So Yoked By A Fool Methinks Should Not Be Chronicled For Wise.