Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

Reputation, Reputation, Reputation! O, I Ha' Lost My Reputation, I Ha' Lost The Immortal Part Of Myself, And What Remains Is Bestial!

The Past Is Prologue.

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.