For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All

I Remember, The Players Have Often Mentioned It As An Honour To Shakespeare, That In His Writing (whatsoever He Penned) He Never Plotted Out A Line. My Answer Hath Been, Would He Had Blotted A Thousand.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

The Devil Is An Ass , I Do Acknowledge It.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.