Passion Makes The Will Lord Of The

Let Us Kill All Lawyers

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

The Weight Of This Sad Time We Must Obey, Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say. The Oldest Hath Borne Most: We That Are Young Shall Never See So Much, Nor Live So Long.