I'll give anything for a good copy now, be it true or false, so it be news.
Neither do thou lust after that tawny weed tobacco.
Let those that merely talk and never think, That live in the wild anarchy of drink
True gladness doth not always speak; joy, bred and born but in the tongue, is weak.
All concord's born of contraries.
Opinion is a light, vain, crude, and imperfect thing.