A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.

What a Devil is the Plot good for, but to bring in fine things?

We recognised that just putting more flights and more passengers into the skies over southeast England wasn't worth the environmental costs we-re paying.

I drink, I huff, I strut, look big and stare; And all this I can do, because I dare.

A mans fame and hayre grow most after death, and are both equally uselesse.

Kisses are but like sands of gold and silver, found upon the ground which are not worth much themselves but as they promise a mine near too be dig'd.

She that would raise a noble love must find Ways to beget a passion for her mind; She must be that which she to the world would seem, For all true love is grounded on esteem: Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart Than all the crooked subtleties of art.