And Do As Adversaries Do In Law,

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.