Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.