Suit The Action To The Word, The

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.