Bad's The Best Of Us.

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

The True Way To Gain Much, Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much. He Is Not Rich That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Not Poor That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much.

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.