I Am A Great Eater

Though Now This Grained Face Of Mine Be Hid In Sap-consuming Winter's Drizzled Snow, And All The Conduits Of My Blood Froze Up, Yet Hath My Night Of Life Some Memory, My Wasting Lamps Some Fading Glimmer Left, My Dull Deaf Ears A Little Use To Hear.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

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

Marriage Is A Matter Of More Worth Than To Be Dealt In By Attorneyship.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.