As He Was Valiant, I

The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.

O Sir, You Are Old; Nature In You Stands On The Very Verge Of Her Confine; You Should Be Ruled And Led By Some Discretion, That Discerns Your Fate Better Than You Yourself.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.