Let Life Be Short, Else Shame Will

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

Opinion Crowns With An Imperial Voice.

Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken Faith Once.