For I Am Proverbed With A Grandsire

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

O, My Lord, You Said That Idle Weeds Are Fast In Growth: The Prince My Brother Hath Outgrown Me Far.

Your Praises Will Become Your Wages.

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.