If People Knew How Much I Hated

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.