Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

And It Is Very Much Lamented,... That You Have No Such Mirrors As Will Turn Your Hidden Worthiness Into Your Eye That You Might See Your Shadow.

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.

The Last Taste Of Sweets Is Sweetest Last.