Covering Discretion With A Coat Of Folly.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.