Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting

I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation Of The Time

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.