Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

Would I Were In An Alehouse In London.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.