Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.