I Have Not Slept One Wink.

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.