We see which way the stream of time doth run.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupts, but being seasoned with a gracious voice obscures the show of evil.

The labor we delight in physics [cures] pain.

This rudeness is a sauce to his good wit, Which gives men stomach to digest his words With better appetite.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks a Vacant Mind!

These signs have marked me extraordinary, And all the courses of my life do show I am not in the roll of common men.

Most dear actors, eat no onions nor garlic, for we are to utter sweet breath.