When Death Doth Close His Tender Dying

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

Lend Less Than You Owe.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

What, My Dear Lady Disdain! Are You Yet Living? Beatrice: Is It Possible Disdain Should Die While She Hath Such Meet Food To Feed It As Signior Benedick?

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.