Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony; Where Words Are Scarce, They're Seldom Spent In Vain; For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain.