A Jest's Prosperity Lies In

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.