Examine Well Your Blood.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.