Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be,

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

Let Still Woman Take An Elder Than Herself: So Wears She To Him, So Sways She Level In Her Husband's Heart, For, Boy, However We Do Praise Ourselves, Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner To Be Lost And Warn, Than Women's Are.

The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand Years Old, And In All This Time There Was Not Any Man Died In His Own Person, Videlicet, In A Love-cause.

I Cannot Speak Your England.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.