Fortune Brings In Some Boats

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.

For You And I Are Past Our Dancing Days.

Confess Yourself To Heaven, Repent What's Past, Avoid What Is To Come, And Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds To Make Them Ranker.

Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.