I Had As Lief Have

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.

I Do Profess To Be No Less Than I Seem; To Serve Him Truly That Will Put Me In Trust: To Love Him That Is Honest; To Converse With Him That Is Wise, And Says Little; To Fear Judgment; To Fight When I Cannot Choose; And To Eat No Fish.