Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

For A Noble Heart, The Most Precious Gift Becomes Poor, When The Giver Stops Loving.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.

Happy Are They That Hear Their Detractions, And Can Put Them To Mending.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem Short.