Past And To Come, Seems

Men Of Few Words Are The Best Men." (3.2.41)

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

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

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.