Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds

Ever Note, Lucilius, When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Useth An Enforced Ceremony. There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith; But Hollow Men, Like Horses Hot At Hand, Make Gallant Show And Promise Of Their Mettle; But When They Should Endure The Bloody Spur, They Fall Their Crests, And Like Deceitful Jades Sink In The Trial.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.