Never, Never, Never, Never, Never!

I...kisss The Tender Inward Of Thy Hand.

Reputation Is An Idle And Most False Imposition; Oft Got Without Merit, And Lost Without Deserving.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter. What's To Come Is Still Unsure.