Know More Than Other. Work

This World Is Not For Aye, Nor 'tis Not Strange That Even Our Loves Should With Our Fortunes Change, For 'tis A Question Left Us Yet To Prove, Whether Love Lead Fortune, Or Else Fortune Love.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

The Insolence Of Office.