There Is Little Choice In A Barrel

All That Glitters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Has Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold Had You Been As Wise As Bold, Your In Limbs, In Judgment Old, Your Answer Had Not Been In'scroll'd Fare You Well: Your Suit Is Cold.' Cold, Indeed, And Labour Lost: Then, Farewell, Heat And Welcome, Frost!

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.

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

And Mind, With My Heart In't; And Now Farewell Till Half An Hour Hence.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.