Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

Lay On, Mcduff, And Be Damned He Who First Cries, 'hold, Enough!

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)