The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety

I Would There Were No Age Between Sixteen And Three-and-twenty, Or That Youth Would Sleep Out The Rest; For There Is Nothing In The Between But Getting Wenches With Child, Wronging The Ancientry, Stealing, Fighting

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.

Making Night Hideous.

Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.