Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From

Friendly Counsel Cuts Off Many Foes.

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)

I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start. The Game's Afoot; Follow Your Spirit: And Upon This Charge, Cry — God For Harry! England And Saint George!

You Have Too Much Respect Upon The World; They Lose It That Do Buy It With Much Care

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.