Excellent Wretch! Perdition Catch My Soul But

There's Little Of The Melancholy Element In Her, My Lord: She Is Never Sad But When She Sleeps; And Not Ever Sad Then; For I Have Heard My Daughter Say, She Hath Often Dreamt Of Unhappiness, And Waked Herself With Laughing.

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

Who Can Control His Fate?