How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

The Fittest Time To Corrupt A Man's Wife Is When She's Fallen Out With Her Husband.

He Is Well Paid That Is Well Satisfied.

I Will Make A Star-chamber Matter Of It.