A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.

I Had Rather Have A Fool To Make Me Merry Than Experience To Make Me Sad And To Travel For It Too!

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.