Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

Since Mine Own Doors Refuse To Entertain Me, I'll Knock Elsewhere, To See If They'll Disdain Me

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

We Have Some Salt Of Our Youth In Us.

The Thing Of Courage As Rous'd With Rage Doth Sympathise, And, With An Accent Tun'd In Self-same Key, Retorts To Chiding Fortune.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.