The Purest Treasure Mortal Times

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner