What's Done Can't Be Undone.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

I Hold My Peace, Sir? No; No, I Will Speak As Liberal As The North; Let Heaven And Men And Devils, Let Them All, All, All, Cry Shame Against Me, Yet I'll Speak.

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?