There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.