Grief Makes One Hour Ten.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

I Understand A Fury In Your Words But Not Your Words.