The Rest, Is Silence.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounce It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue; But If You Mouth It, As Many Of Your Players Do, I Had As Lief The Town-crier Spoke My Lines.

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

What Wouldst Thou Do, Old Man? Think'st Thou That Duty Shall Have Dread To Speak When Power To Flattery Bows?

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.