Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliances are relieved, Or not at all.
Upon his royal face there is no note how dread an army hath enrounded him.
You shall more command with years than with your weapons.
You taught me language, and my profit on't / Is, I know how to curse
I wonder that you will still be talking. Nobody marks you.
Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on his back.