Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.