Of All Knowledge The Wise

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

I Am Not Yet Of Percy's Mind, The Hotspur Of The North; He That Kills Me Some Six Or Seven Dozen Of Scots As A Breakfast, Washes His Hands, And Says To His Wife, 'fie Upon This Quiet Life! I Want Work.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

Drink, Sir, Is A Great Provoker Of Three Things . . . Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine. Lechery, Sir, It Provokes, And Unprovokes; It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance.