One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.

The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

Marry, Sir, They Praise Me And Make An Ass Of Me. Now My Foes Tell Me Plainly I Am An Ass; So That By My Foes, Sir, I Profit In The Knowledge Of Myself, Any By My Friends I Am Abused; So That, Conclusions To Be As Kisses, If Your Four Negatives Make Your Two Affirmatives, Why Then, The Worse For My Friends, And The Better For My Foes.

What Is The City But The People?

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds