The Object Of Art Is To Give

Marry, Sir, They Praise Me And Make An Ass Of Me. Now My Foes Tell Me Plainly I Am An Ass; So That By My Foes, Sir, I Profit In The Knowledge Of Myself, Any By My Friends I Am Abused; So That, Conclusions To Be As Kisses, If Your Four Negatives Make Your Two Affirmatives, Why Then, The Worse For My Friends, And The Better For My Foes.

Faint Heart Never Won Fair Maid.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.

We Cannot All Be Masters.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.