Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.

He That Wants Money, Means, And Content Is Without Three Good Friends.