One Touch Of Nature Makes The Whole

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

So Shaken As We Are, So Wan With Care, Find We A Time For Frighted Peace To Pant And Breathe Short-winded Accents Of New Broils To Be Commenced In Stronds Afar Remote.

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity