What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?

Sometimes, Less Is More.

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.

My Dear, Dear Lord, The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Afford Is Spotless Reputation; That Away Men Are But Gilded Loan Or Painted Clay... Mine Honor Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.