Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

By My Troth, I Care Not; A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God A Death And Let It Go Which Way It Will He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.