Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You

A Young Man Married Is A Man That's Marred.

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness To Catch The Nearest Way: Thou Wouldst Be Great; Art Not Without Ambition, But Without The Illness Should Attend It: What Thou Wouldst Highly, That Wouldst Thou Holily; Wouldst Not Play False, And Yet Wouldst Wrongly Win.

Thus We Play The Fool With The Time And The Spirits Of The Wise Sit In The Clouds And Mock Us.