Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Indeed, Sir, He That Sleeps Feels Not The Toothache; But A Man That Were To Sleep Your Sleep, And A Hangman To Help Him To Bed, I Think He Would Change Places With His Officer; For Look You, Sir, You Know Not Which Way You Shall Go.

Men Should Be What They Seem; Or Those That Be Not, Would They Might Seem None!.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From Us, We Wish It Ours Again.