All Pride Is Willing Pride.

Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own Defence.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed

You'd Be So Lean, That Blast Of January Would Blow You Through And Through. Now, My Fair'st Friend, I Would I Had Some Flowers O' The Spring That Might Become Your Time Of Day.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.