When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

His Life Was Gentle; And The Elements So Mixed In Him, That Nature Might Stand Up And Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

Light Boats Sail Swift, Though Greater Hulks Draw Deep.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.