He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He

And She's Fair I Love.

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.

Still Constant Is A Wondrous Excellence.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.