Your Wisdom Is Consum'd In Confidence. Do

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

Your Worm Is Your Only Emperor For Diet; We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots.

Light Boats Sail Swift, Though Greater Hulks Draw Deep.

To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour.