Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith

I Have Had A Most Rare Vision. I Have Had A Dream, Past The Wit Of Man To Say What Dream It Was.

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

As I Love The Name Of Honour More Than I Fear Death.