I Almost Die For Food, And Let

He Knows What It's Like To Strut And Fret His Hour Upon The Stage And Then Be Heard No More.

It Is The Stars, The Stars Above Us, Govern Our Conditions.

All Is Well Ended If This Suit Be Won. That You Express Content; Which We Will Pay, With Strife To Please You, Day Exceeding Day.

No Profit Grows Where No Pleasure Is Taken.

Here Come The Lovers, Full Of Joy And Mirth.— Joy, Gentle Friends! Joy And Fresh Days Of Love Accompany Your Hearts!