Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten And Cry Mew Than One Of These Same Metre Ballet-mongers.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

True, I Talk Of Dreams, Which Are The Children Of An Idle Brain, Begot Of Nothing But Vain Fantasy.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.