Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

It Holds For Good Polity Ever, To Have That Outwardly In Vilest Estimation, Which Inwardly Is Most Dear To Us.

For Whose Sake, Henceforth, All His Vows Be Such, As What He Loves May Never Like Too Much.

Great Honours Are Great Burdens, But On Whom They Are Cast With Envy, He Doth Bear Two Loads.

Confound These Ancestors... They've Stolen Our Best Ideas!

I See Compassion May Become A Justice, Though It Be A Weakness, I Confess, And Nearer A Vice Than A Virtue.