My Father's Wit, And My Mother's Tongue,

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

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

I Have Seen Better Faces In My Time Than Stands On Any Shoulder That I See Before Me At This Instant.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

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