I Had Rather Be A Dog, And

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.