Men Of Few Words Are The Best

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

A Fool, A Fool! I Met A Fool I' Th' Forest, A Motley Fool! A Miserable World! As I Do Live By Food, I Met A Fool Who Laid Him Down And Basked Him In The Sun And Railed On Lady Fortune In Good Terms, In Good Set Terms, And Yet A Motley Fool.