Set Honour In One Eye And Death

Love's Best Habit Is A Soothing Tongue

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That Carries Anger As The Flint Bears Fire; Who, Much Enforced, Shows A Hasty Spank, And Straight Is Cold Again.