A Merry Heart Goes All

The Dullness Of The Fool Is The Whetstone Of The Wits.

O God, O God, How Weary, Stale, Flat, And Unprofitable Seem To Me All The Uses Of This World!

Thanks To Men Of Noble Minds, Is Honorable Meed.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.

It Is A Heretic That Makes The Fire, Not She Which Burns In It.