What My Tongue Dares Not That My

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Why, Who Cries Out On Pride That Can Therein Tax Any Private Party? Doth It Not Flow As Hugely As The Sea Till The Weary Very Means Do Ebb?

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!