The Will Is Deaf And Hears No

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Go, Write It In A Martial Hand; Be Curst And Brief; It Is No Matter How Witty, So It Be Eloquent And Fun Of Invention: Taunt Him With The Licence Of Ink: If Thou Thou'st Him Some Thrice, It Shall Not Be Amiss; And As Many Lies As Will Lie In Thy Shee.

Two Starving Men Cannot Be Twice As Hungry As One; But Two Rascals Can Be Ten Times As Vicious As One.

Virtue Is Chok'd With Foul Ambition