Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of

How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time Is Broke, And No Proportion Kept!

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.