[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit,

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

Polonius: What Do You Read, My Lord? Hamlet: Words, Words, Words.

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.