Goodness Is Beauty In The Best Estate.

Virginity, Albeit Some Highly Prize It, Compared With Marriage, Had You Tried Them Both, Differs As Much As Wine And Water Doth.

Cut Is The Branch That Might Have Grown Full Straight, And Burned Is Apollo's Laurel Bough, That Sometime Grew Within This Learned Man. Faustus Is Gone.

I Am Envy...i Cannot Read And Therefore Wish All Books Burned.

It Lies Not In Our Power To Love Or Hate, For Will In Us Is Overruled By Fate.

The Griefs Of Private Men Are Soon Allayed, But Not Of Kings.