Within the book and volume of thy brain.

We wound our modesty and make foul the clearness of our deservings, when of ourselves we publish them.

Better three hours too soon than a minute too late.

My lord, they say five moons were seen to-night-- Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about The other four in wondrous motion.

He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.

Affection, mistress of passion, sways it to the mood of what it likes or loathes.

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.