Pain Pays The Income Of Each Precious

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

If You Would Persuade, You Must Appeal To Interest Rather Than Intellect. We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.

Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers Are Unwrung.

The Play's The Thing, Wherein I'll Catch The Conscience Of The King.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.