You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears

To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise