Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

And Then He Drew A Dial From His Poke, And Looking With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, 'it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See', Quoth He, 'how The World Wags: 'tis But An Hour Ago Since It Was Nine, And After One Hour More 'twill Be Eleven; And So From Hour To Hour We Ripe And Ripe, And Then From Hour To Hour We Rot And Rot.

I See A Woman May Be Made A Fool, If She Had Not A Spirit To Resist.

They That Stand High Have Many Blasts To Shake Them.

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?