Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.

While Money Doesn't Buy Love, It Puts You In A Great Bargaining Position.

I Am Envy, Begotten Of A Chimney-sweeper And An Oyster-wife. I Cannot Read, And Therefore Wish All Books Were Burnt; I Am Lean With Seeing Others Eat - O That There Would Come A Famine Through All The World, That All Might Die, And I Live Alone; Then Thou Should'st See How Fat I Would Be! But Must Thou Sit And I Stand? Come Down, With A Vengeance!

Virtue Is The Fount Whence Honour Springs.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

Who Hateth Me But For My Happiness? Or Who Is Honored Now But For His Wealth? Rather Had I, A Jew, Be Hated Thus, Than Pitied In A Christian Poverty.