I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

So Foul And Fair A Day I Have Not Seen.

Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom Large Enough.

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