Praising What Is Lost Makes

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

I Prithee Gentle Friend, Let Thy Fair Wisdom, Not Thy Passions, Sway In This Uncivil And Unjust Extent Against Thy Peace.

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

But Yet, I Say, If Imputation And Strong Circumstances, Which Lead Directly To The Door Of Truth, Will Give You Satisfaction, You May Have It.