What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Has Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold Had You Been As Wise As Bold, Your In Limbs, In Judgment Old, Your Answer Had Not Been In'scroll'd Fare You Well: Your Suit Is Cold.' Cold, Indeed, And Labour Lost: Then, Farewell, Heat And Welcome, Frost!

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

A Plague On Both Your Houses.