Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror, But When It First Did Help To Wound Itself. Now These Her Princes Are Come Home Again, Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them. Nought Shall Make Us Rue, If England To Itself Do Rest But True.

And Fearless Minds Climb Soonest Unto Crowns.

Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.