Graze On My Lips; And If Those

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Sometimes We Are Devils To Ourselves When We Will Tempt The Frailty Of Our Powers, Presuming On Their Changeful Potency.

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.