Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Poor Wretches That Depend On Greatness' Favor, Dream As I Have Done; Wake, And Find Nothing.

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire; Doubt That The Sun Doth Move; Doubt Truth To Be A Liar; But Never Doubt I Love.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Exceeds Man's Might: That Dwells With The Gods Above.