O, I Have Suffered With Those That

Let Fame, That All Hunt After In Their Lives, Live Regist'red Upon Our Brazen Tombs And Then Grace Us In The Disgrace Of Death; When, Spite Of Cormorant Devouring Time, Th' Endeavor Of This Present Breath May Buy That Honor Which Shall Bate His Scythe's Keen Edge And Make Us Heirs Of All Eternity.

How Well He's Read, To Reason Against Reading!

Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature If It Be Well Used.

Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

How Can Tyrants Safely Govern Home, Unless Abroad They Purchase Great Alliance.