Thou Lump Of Foul Deformity!

Wrong Hath But Wrong, And Blame The Due Of Blame.

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

Confess Yourself To Heaven, Repent What's Past, Avoid What Is To Come, And Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds To Make Them Ranker.