I Can Give The Loser Leave To

Why, What Should Be The Fear? I Do Not Set My Life At A Pin's Fee.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.