Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.