If One Good Deed In All My

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

My Liege, And Madam, To Expostulate What Majesty Should Be, What Duty Is, Why Day Is Day, Night Night, And Time Is Time, Were Nothing But To Waste Night, Day And Time. Therefore, Since Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

I See That The Fashion Wears Out More Apparel Than The Man.