We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes

Speak What We Feel, Not What We Ought To Say.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity.

Do You Take Me For A Sponge, My Lord? Hamlet: Ay, Sir; That Soaks Up The King's Countenance, His Rewards, His Authorities. But Such Officers Do The King Best Service In The End: He Keeps Them, Like An Ape, In The Corner Of His Jaw; First Mouthed, To Be Last Swallowed: When He Needs What You Have Gleaned, It Is But Squeezing You, And, Sponge, You Shall Be Dry Again. Rosencrantz: I Understand You Not, My Lord. Hamlet: I Am Glad Of It: A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Foolish Ear.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.