You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

So Wise So Young, They Say, Do Never Live Long.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.