So Our Virtues Lie In The Interpretation

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

Fools Are As Like Husbands As Pilchards Are To Herrings, The Husband's The Bigger.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.