I Came, Saw, And Overcame.

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?