Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Love Is Heavy And Light, Bright And Dark, Hot And Cold, Sick And Healthy, Asleep And Awake- Its Everything Except What It Is! (act 1, Scene 1)

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

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