Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

Poor And Content Is Rich, And Rich Enough.

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.