Friendship Is Full Of Dregs.

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

More Matter With Less Art.

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart