My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

Beware The Ides Of March.

A Fool, A Fool! I Met A Fool I' Th' Forest, A Motley Fool! A Miserable World! As I Do Live By Food, I Met A Fool Who Laid Him Down And Basked Him In The Sun And Railed On Lady Fortune In Good Terms, In Good Set Terms, And Yet A Motley Fool.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.