You shall find there a man who is the abstract of all faults that all men follow. William Shakespeare
And whatsomever else shall hap tonight, give it an understanding but no tongue, I will requit your love. So, fare your well. My lord, he hath importuned me with love, in honourable fashion. William Shakespeare
If I had a thousand sons, the first humane principle I would teach them should be to forswear thin potations and to addict themselves to sack. William Shakespeare