Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.

Lives Like A Drunken Sailor On A Mast, Ready With Every Nod To Tumble Down Into The Fatal Bowels Of The Deep.