Brevity Is The Soul Of

I Love Him For His Sake; And Yet I Know Him A Notorious Liar, Think Him A Great Way Fool, Solely A Coward; Yet These Fix'd Evils Sit So Fit In Him That They Take Place When Virtue's Steely Bones Looks Bleak I' Th' Cold Wind; Withal, Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion Shall Be Surgeon To My Hurt, And Keep Me On The Side Where Still I Am.

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date.