To Beguile The Time, Look Like The

The Thane Of Cawdor Lives, A Prosperous Gentleman; And To Be King Stands Not Within The Prospect Of Belief, No More Than To Be Cawdor.

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

In Black Ink My Love May Still Shine Bright.

Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.