It Is The Disease Of Not Listening......

A Table Full Of Welcome Makes Scarce One Dainty Dish.

That Skull Had A Tongue In It, And Could Sing Once: How The Knave Jowls It To The Ground, As If It Were Cain's Jaw-bone, That Did The First Murder! It Might Be The Pate Of A Politician, Which This Ass Now O'er-reaches; One That Would Circumvent God, Might It Not?

Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

I'll Make My Heaven In A Lady's Lap