He Knows What It's Like To Strut

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.

Let The Sap Of Reason Quench The Fire Of Passion.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

Whether 'tis Nobler In The Mind To Suffer The Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune, Or To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles, And By Opposing End Them?