Were All The Letters Sun, I Could

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

Well, God Give Them Wisdom That Have It; And Those That Are Fools, Let Them Use Their Talents.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.