Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

O Jest Unseen, Inscrutable, Invisible, As A Nose On A Man's Face, Or A Weathercock On A Steeple.

I Will Keep Where There Is Wit Stirring, And Leave The Faction Of Fools.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.