How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano; A Stage Where Every Man Must Play A Part, And Mine Is A Sad One.

This Music Crept By Me Upon The Waters, Allaying Both Their Fury And My Passion With Its Sweet Air: Thence I Have Follow’d It.