Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie,

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

Men Judge By The Complexion Of The Sky The State And Inclination Of The Day.