I Wish You All The Joy That

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!

See, What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath! He That But Fears The Thing He Would Not Know, Hath, By Instinct, Knowledge From Others' Eyes, That What He Feared Is Chanced.