Truth Needs No Color; Beauty, No Pencil.

Be As Just And Gracious Unto Me, As I Am Confident And Kind To Thee.

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.