When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better

Think You A Little Din Can Daunt Mine Ears? Have I Not In My Time Heard Lions Roar? Have I Not Heard The Sea, Puffed Up With Winds, Rage Like An Angry Boar Chafed With Sweat? Have I Not Heard Great Ordinance In The Field, And Heaven's Artillery Thunder In The Skies? Have I Not In A Pitched Battle Heard Loud 'larums, Neighing Steeds, And Trumpets' Clang? And Do You Tell Me Of A Woman's Tongue, That Gives Not Half So Great A Blow To Hear As Will A Chestnut In A Farmer's Fire? Tush! Tush! Fear Boys With Bugs. Grumio: For He Fears None.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.