Put Money In Thy Purse.

Still It Cried ‘sleep No More!’ To All The House: ‘glamis Hath Murder’d Sleep, And Therefore Cawdor Shall Sleep No More,—macbeth Shall Sleep No More!

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

The Golden Age Is Before Us, Not Behind Us.

Manhood Is Melted Into Courtesies, Valor Into Compliment, And Men Are Only Turned Into Tongue, And Trim Ones, Too.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.