To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

In Jest, There Is Truth.

When My Love Swears That She Is Made Of Truth, I Do Believe Her, Though I Know She Lies.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.