Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

My Liege, And Madam, To Expostulate What Majesty Should Be, What Duty Is, Why Day Is Day, Night Night, And Time Is Time, Were Nothing But To Waste Night, Day And Time. Therefore, Since Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.