Nimble Thought Can Jump Both

Farewell! A Long Farewell To All My Greatness!

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

Who Can Be Patient In Extremes?

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon