Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

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