Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.

In Religion, What Damned Error But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It, And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament?

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

There's An Old Saying That Applies To Me: You Can't Lose A Game If You Don't Play The Game. (act 1, Scene 4)

Time Travels At Different Speeds For Different People. I Can Tell You Who Time Strolls For, Who It Trots For, Who It Gallops For, And Who It Stops Cold For.