We Are Oft To Blame

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.