Every Offense Is Not A Hate At

Hanging And Wiving Goes By Destiny.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

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.

A Man Should Be What He Seems.

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out