You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.

Time Is The Nurse And Breeder Of All Good.