Rude Am I In My Speech, And

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

The Patient Must Minister To Himself