Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.

The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

The Quality Of Nothing Hath Not Such Need To Hide Itself

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.