Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.