Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine.

You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.

Your worm is your only emperor for diet; we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots.

The will is deaf and hears no heedful friends.

And I will make it felony to drink small beer.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities.

If they love they know not why, they hate upon no better ground, they hate upon no better a ground