Of Chastity, The Ornaments Are Chaste.

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

All's Well If All Ends Well.

Gives Not The Hawthorn Bush A Sweeter Shade To Shepherds, Looking On Their Silly Sheep, Than Doth A Rich Embroider'd Canopy To Kings That Fear Their Subjects Treachery?

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.