Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head? How Begot, How Nourished? Reply, Reply. It Is Engend'red In The Eyes, With Gazing Fed, And Fancy Dies In The Cradle Where It Lies.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.

Teach Not Thy Lip Such Scorn, For It Was Made For Kissing, Lady, Not For Such Contempt.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.