Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Rightly To Be Great Is Not To Stir Without Great Argument, But Greatly To Find Quarrel In A Straw When Honour's At The Stake.

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

Many Dream Not To Find, Neither Deserve, And Yet Are Steeped In Favors.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear