So Every Bondman In His Own Hand

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story