Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than

Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full Of Pleasure; Let Us Be Jocund

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions

A Gentleman That Loves To Hear Himself Talk, Will Speak More In A Minute Than He Will Stand To In A Month.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.