A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!