I Have A Bone To Pick With

Too Much To Know Is To Know Nought But Fame; And Every Godfather Can Give A Name.

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

Keep Time! How Sour Sweet Music Is When Time Is Broke And No Proportion Kept! So Is It In The Music Of Men's Lives. I Wasted Time And Now Doth Time Waste Me.