Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
He knows what it's like to strut and fret his hour upon the stage and then be heard no more.
Some falls the means are happier to rise.
Thoughts are but dreams till their effects are tried.
For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.
I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart: but the saying is true 'The empty vessel makes the greatest sound'.