More Matter With Less Art.

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Of All The Fair Resort Of Gentlemen That Every Day With Parle Encounter Me, In Thy Opinion Which Is Worthiest Love?

Some Are Born Great, Some Achieve Greatness, And Some Have Greatness Thrust Upon Them.

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.