Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Not An Angel Of The Air, Bird Melodious Or Bird Fair, Be Absent Hence!

The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange That Can Make Vile Things Precious.