Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

Some Men Never Seem To Grow Old. Always Active In Thought, Always Ready To Adopt New Ideas, They Are Never Chargeable With Foggyism. Satisfied, Yet Ever Dissatisfied, Settled, Yet Ever Unsettled, They Always Enjoy The Best Of What Is, Are The First To Find The Best Of What Will Be.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.