A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

Beauty Itself Doth Of Itself Persuade The Eyes Of Men Without An Orator.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.