The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

My Father Names Me Autolycus, Who Being, As I Am, Littered Under Mercury, Was Likewise A Snapper-up Of Unconsidered Trifles.

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.