Nothing In His Life Became Him Like

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.