All Concord's Born Of Contraries.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.

Vice Is Like A Fury To The Vicious Mind, And Turns Delight Itself To Punishment.

Good Men But See Death, The Wicked Taste It.

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

It Is Less Dishonor To Hear Imperfectly Than To Speak Imperfectly. The Ears Are Excused; The Understanding Is Not.