Great Actions Speak Great Minds.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

I Find The Medicine Worse Than The Malady.

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit; There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It. And 'tis Late And Cold, Stir Up The Fire; Sit Close And Draw The Table Nigher; Be Merry And Drink Wine That Is Old, A Hearty Medicine 'gainst The Cold.

Death Hath So Many Doors To Let Out Life.