Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.