O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee

Indeed, Sir, He That Sleeps Feels Not The Toothache; But A Man That Were To Sleep Your Sleep, And A Hangman To Help Him To Bed, I Think He Would Change Places With His Officer; For Look You, Sir, You Know Not Which Way You Shall Go.

My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue, Assist Me!

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.