While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue

You Speak An Infinite Deal Of Nothing.

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

A Man Loves The Meat In His Youth That He Cannot Endure In His Age.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

That Is Honor's Scorn Which Challenges Itself As Honor's Born And Is Not Like The Sire. Honors Thrive When Rather From Our Acts We Them Derive Than Our Foregoers.