Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In

But 'tis Common Proof, That Lowliness Is Young Ambition's Ladder, Whereto The Climber-upward Turns His Face; But When He Once Attains The Upmost Round, He Then Turns His Back, Looks In The Clouds, Scorning The Vase Defrees By Which He Did Ascend.

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

I Would That I Were Low Laid In My Grave. I Am Not Worth This Coil That's Made For Me.