He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum

He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum Weary Of All, Shall Want Some.

I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

How Well He's Read, To Reason Against Reading!

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.