There Is A Kind Of Character In

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.

Live Loath'd And Long, Most Smiling, Smooth, Detested Parasites, Courteous Destroyers, Affable Wolves, Meek Bears, You Fools Of Fortune, Trencher Friends, Time Flies Cap And Knee Slaves, Vapors, And Minute Jacks.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

As Flies To Wanton Boys, Are We To The Gods; They Kill Us For Their Sport.

A Friend Should Bear His Friend's Infirmities.