Well, Every One Can Master A Grief

What A Pretty Thing Man Is When He Goes In His Doublet And Hose And Leaves Off His Wit!

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?