The Cheek Is Apter Than

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

I Knew When Seven Justices Could Not Take Up A Quarrel, But When The Parties Were Met Themselves, One Of Them Thought But Of An If, As, 'if You Said So, Then I Said So;' And They Shook Hands And Swore Brothers. Your If Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In If.