He That Departs With His Own Honesty

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.

Blueness Doth Express Trueness.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.