Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

I'll Teach You Differences.

Blest Are Those Whose Blood And Judgment Are So Well Commingled, That They Are Not A Pipe For Fortune's Finger To Sound What Stop She Please.

Either Our History Shall With Full Mouth Speak Freely Of Our Acts, Or Else Our Grave, Like Turkish Mute, Shall Have A Tongueless Mouth, Not Worshipped With A Waxen Epitaph.

Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.