Thou unfit for any place but hell.
Preferred three hours quicker over one moment late.
Love runs away from those chasing her, and those who run away, she throws herself on his neck.
Therefore it is most expedient for the wise, if Don Worm (his conscience) find no impediment to the contrary, to be the trumpet of his own virtues, as I am to myself.
Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.
Such as we are made of, such we be.