Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.