If People Knew How Much

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.