Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

I Will Neither Yield To The Song Of The Siren Nor The Voice Of The Hyena, The Tears Of The Crocodile Nor The Howling Of The Wolf.

Who To Himself Is Law No Law Doth Need; Offends None And Is King Indeed.

For One Heat, All Know, Doth Drive Out Another, One Passion Doth Expel Another Still.

Words Writ In Waters.

Keep Thy Shop, And Thy Shop Will Keep Thee. Light Gains Make Heavy Purses. 'tis Good To Be Merry And Wise.