Drink Down All Unkindness.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

Into What Dangers Would You Lead Me, Cassius, That You Would Have Me Seek Into Myself For That Which Is Not In Me?