Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Sweets Grown Common Lose Their Dear Delight.

When A Man's Verses Cannot Be Understood, Nor A Man's Good Wit Seconded With The Forward Child Understanding, It Strikes A Man More Dead Than A Great Reckoning In A Little Room. Truly, I Would The Gods Had Made Thee Poetical.