She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

Why, Friends, You Go To Do You Know Not What: Wherein Hath Caesar Thus Deserved Your Loves? Alas, You Know Not: I Must Tell You Then: You Have Forgot The Will I Told You Of. . . . . Here Is The Will, And Under Caesar's Seal. To Every Roman Citizen He Gives, To Every Several Man, Seventy-five Drachmas. . . . . Moreover, He Hath Left You All His Walks, His Private Arbours And New-planted Orchards, On This Side Tiber; He Hath Left Them You, And To Your Heirs For Ever, Common Pleasures, To Walk Abroad, And Recreate Yourselves. Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?

All Difficulties Are Easy When They Are Known.

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

If I Lose My Honor, I Lose Myself: Better I Were Not Yours Than Yours So Branchless.