Thou Art A Boil, A Plague Sore,

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.

Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart To Love And In That Heart Courage To Make Love Known?

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.