I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

If You Shall Marry, You Give Away This Hand, And This Is Mine; You Give Away Heaven's Vows, And Those Are Mine; You Give Away Myself, Which Is Known Mine; For I By Vow Am So Embodied Yours That She Which Marries You Must Marry Me-- Either Both Or None.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.