The silence often of pure innocence Persuades when speaking fails.

Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.

Modest doubt is called The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To th' bottom of the worst.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.

Slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds and doth belie All corners of the world.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Weariness Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.

Every one can master a grief but he that has it.

Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speak Whispers the o'erfraught heart and bids it break.