How Is It That The Clouds Still

For A Quart Of Ale Is A Dish For A King.

Fall Greeks; Fail Fame; Honour Or Go Or Stay; My Major Vow Lies Here, This I'll Obey.

There's Never A Villain Dwelling In All Denmark But He's An Arrant Knave.

For There Was Never Yet Philosoper That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently, However They Have Writ The Style Of Gods, And Made A Push At Chance And Sufferance.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.