Fortune Is Merry, And In This Mood

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

Give Them Great Meals Of Beef And Iron And Steel, They Will Eat Like Wolves And Fight Like Devils.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.