Did He So Often Lodge In Open

My Soul Is In The Sky.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

A Goodly Portly Man, I' Faith, And A Corpulent; Of A Cheerful Look, A Pleasing Eye, And A Most Noble Carriage; And, As I Think, His Age Some Fifty, Or, By'r Lady, Inclining To Threescore; And Now I Remember Me, His Name Is Falstaff.