A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

The Undiscovered Country From Whose Bourn No Traveler Returns.

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.

Blind Fear, That Seeing Reason Leads, Finds Safer Footing Than Blind Reason Stumbling Without Fear: To Fear The Worst Oft Cures The Worse.

No Particular Scandal One Can Touch But It Confounds The Breather.