Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles,

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

I Had Rather Be A Dog, And Bay The Moon, Than Such A Roman.

Age, I Do Abhor Thee, Youth, I Do Adore Thee.

I May Chance Have Some Odd Quirks And Remnants Of Wit Broken On Me, Because I Have Railed So Long Against Marriage: But Doth Not The Appetite Alter? A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age. Shall Quips And Sentences And These Paper Bullets Of The Brain Awe A Man From The Career Of His Humour? No, The World Must Be Peopled. When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?