Have More Than You Show, Speak Less

To Lapse In Fulness Is Sorer Than To Lie For Need, And Falsehood Is Worse In Kings Than Beggars.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.

Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood Will Give Us Anything.