I Do Not Seek To Quench Your

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

The Native Hue Of Resolution Is Sicklied O'er With The Pale Cast Of Thought; And Enterprises Of Great Pitch And Moment, With This Regard, Their Currents Turn Awry, And Lose The Name Of Action.

Gnarling Sorrow Hath Less Power To Bite The Man That Mocks At It And Sets It Light.

The Mightier Man, The Mightier Is The Thing That Makes Him Honored Or Begets Him Hate; For Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.