My Pride Fell With My Fortunes.

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

The Color Of The King Doth Come And Go, Between His Purpose And His Conscience, Like Heralds 'twixt Two Dreadful Battles Set: His Passion Is So Ripe, It Needs Must Break.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.