Make Use Of Time, Let Not Advantage

The Gods Are Just, And Of Our Pleasant Vices Make Instruments To Plague Us.

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But That I Loved Rome More.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.