Men Of Few Words Are The Best

I Love Thee; None But Thee, And Thou Deservest It

[s]ince Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.