Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

Have You Not A Moist Eye, A Dry Hand, A Yellow Cheek, A White Beard, A Decreasing Leg, An Increasing Belly? Is Not Your Voice Broken, Your Wind Short, Your Chin Double, Your Wit Single, And Every Part About You Blasted With Antiquity?

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.