What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight