Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

All Things Are Ready, If Our Mind Be So.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!