No I will be the pattern of all patience I will say nothing.
How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by...
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time.
A peace is of the nature of a conquest for then both parties nobly are...
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
The man that hath no music in himself Nor is not moved with concord of sweet...
For I can raise no money by vile means.
Lord Lord how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
Men's vows are women's traitors!
Seems like half my anxiety dreams are about airports.
