I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.

No Man's Pie Is Freed From His Ambitious Finger.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Time Hath Not Yet So Dried This Blood Of Mine, Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention, Nor Fortune Made Such Havoc Of My Means, Nor My Bad Life Reft Me So Much Of Friends, But They Shall Find Awaked In Such A Kind Both Strength Of Limb And Policy Of Mind, Ability In Means, And Choice Of Friends, To Quit Me Of Them Throughly.