So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt,

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.

Good Night, Good Night! Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow, That I Shall Say Good Night Till It Be Morrow.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.