My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.

This Is No Time To Lend Money, Especially Upon Bare Friendship Without Security.

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

To Bed, To Bed; Sleep Kill Those Pretty Eyes, And Give As Soft Attachment To Thy Senses, As Infants Empty Of All Thought.

The Patient Must Minister To Himself

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!