They Have A Plentiful Lack

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Ears; I Come To Bury Caesar, Not To Praise Him.

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.