One Man In His Time Plays Many

Go, Write It In A Martial Hand; Be Curst And Brief; It Is No Matter How Witty, So It Be Eloquent And Fun Of Invention: Taunt Him With The Licence Of Ink: If Thou Thou'st Him Some Thrice, It Shall Not Be Amiss; And As Many Lies As Will Lie In Thy Shee.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting Sun.