As Well The Soldier Dieth Who Standeth

Whoever Gossips To You Will Gossip About You.

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

It Is Not Good To Wake A Sleeping Lion.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.