I Bear A Charmed Life.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

What Freezings I Have Felt, What Dark Days Seen, What Old December's Bareness Everywhere!

You Peasant Swain! You Whoreson Malt-horse Drudge!

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.