How Poor Are They That Have Have

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?