Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons,

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

I Drink To The General Joy O’ The Whole Table." Macbeth

I Would There Were No Age Between Sixteen And Three-and-twenty, Or That Youth Would Sleep Out The Rest; For There Is Nothing In The Between But Getting Wenches With Child, Wronging The Ancientry, Stealing, Fighting

Praising What Is Lost Makes The Remembrance Dear

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.