Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

All The World's A Stage, And All The Men And Women Mearly Players.

Here Comes Monseiur Le Beau. Rosalind: With His Mouth Full Of News. Celia: Which He Will Put On Us, As Pigeons Feed Their Young. Rosalind: Then Shall We Be News-crammed. Celia: All The Better; We Shall Be The More Marketable.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

I Can Get No Remedy Against This Consumption Of The Purse: Borrowing Only Lingers And Lingers It Out, But The Disease Is Incurable.