Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

There's Many A Man Hath More Hair Than Wit.

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh; But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.... If I Had A Thousand Sons, The First Human Principle I Would Teach Them Should Be, To Forswear Thin Potations And To Addict Themselves To Sack.

Scarce Can I Speak, My Choler Is So Great. Oh! I Could Hew Up Rocks, And Fight With Flint.