Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.