I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.