When I Was At Home I Was

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

That's A Valiant Flea That Dares Eat His Breakfast On The Lip Of A Lion.

I Have No Other But A Woman's Reason: I Think Him So, Because I Think Him So.

Should The Poor Be Flattered? No; Let The Candied Tongue Lick Absurd Pomp, And Crook The Pregnant Hinges Of The Knee Where Thrift May Follow Fawning.