If People Knew How Much I Hated

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

Boundless Intemperance In Nature Is A Tyranny. It Hath Been Th' Untimely Emptying Of The Happy Throne And Fall Of Many Kings.

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit.

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.