Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

How Slow This Old Moon Wanes! She Lingers My Desires, Like To A Stepdame, Or A Dowager, Long Withering Out A Young Man's Revenue.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.