Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Marry, Sir, They Praise Me And Make An Ass Of Me. Now My Foes Tell Me Plainly I Am An Ass; So That By My Foes, Sir, I Profit In The Knowledge Of Myself, Any By My Friends I Am Abused; So That, Conclusions To Be As Kisses, If Your Four Negatives Make Your Two Affirmatives, Why Then, The Worse For My Friends, And The Better For My Foes.

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

Modest Doubt Is Called The Beacon Of The Wise.

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.