Wait For The Season When To Cast

Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

If Thou Wilt Lend This Money, Lend It Not As To Thy Friends; For When Did Friendship Take A Breed For Barren Metal Of His Friend?