Angels and ministers of grace defend us.

Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.

Profit is a blessing, if it's not stolen.

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.

Men at some time are masters of their fates.