Having Nothing, Nothing Can He

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.