All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much

But Say, My Lord, It Were Not Regist'red, Methinks The Truth Should Live From Age To Age, As 'twere Retailed To All Posterity, Even To The General All-ending Day.

It Is The Mind That Makes The Body Rich; And As The Sun Breaks Through The Darkest Clouds, So Honor Peereth In The Meanest Habit.

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As Frenzy Thoughts.