In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

The Will Is Deaf And Hears No Heedful Friends.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

Wisdom And Fortune Combating Together, If That The Former Dare But What It Can, No Chance May Shake It.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.