Who Could Refrain That Had A Heart

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.

. . . Nothing In His Life Became Him Like The Leaving It; He Died As One That Had Been Studied In His Death To Throw Away The Dearest Thing He Owed, As 'twere A Careless Trifle.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.