These Words Are Razors To My Wounded

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

Macduff: What Three Things Does Drink Especially Provoke? Porter: Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine.