Life Is As Tedious As

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.