An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.