Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

Crowns In My Purse I Have, And Goods At Home, And So Am Come Abroad To See The World.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

Men In Rage Strike Those That Wish Them Best.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.