Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty

They Have Been At A Great Feast Of Languages, And Stolen The Scraps.

Do Not For One Repulse, Forego The Purpose That You Resolved To Effect.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself

There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men, Which Taken At The Flood, Leads On To Fortune. Omitted, All The Voyage Of Their Life Is Bound In Shallows And In Miseries. On Such A Full Sea Are We Now Afloat. And We Must Take The Current When It Serves, Or Lose Our Ventures.