Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

Now I Am Past All Comforts Here, But Prayer.

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.