In Jest, There Is Truth.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.