Small To Greater Matters Must Give Way.

My Endeavors Have Ever Come Too Short Of My Desires. Yet Filed With My Abilities.

O How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes Favors! There Is Betwixt That Smile We Would Aspire To, That Sweet Aspect Of Princes, And Their Ruin, More Pangs And Fears Than Wars Or Women Have, And When He Falls, He Falls Like Lucifer, Never To Hope Again.

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

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.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.