A Beggar's Book Outworths A Noble's Blood.

Thou Art Most Rich, Being Poor; Most Choice, Forsaken; And Most Lov'd, Despis'd! Thee And Thy Virtues Here I Seize Upon.

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse.

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.

Words Are Grown So False, I Am Loath To Prove Reason With Them.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.