Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.

In Persons Grafted In A Serious Trust, Negligence Is A Crime.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

We Make Trifles Of Terrors, Ensconcing Ourselves Into Seeming Knowledge, When We Should Submit Ourselves To An Unknown Fear.