Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.