You Peasant Swain! You Whoreson Malt-horse Drudge!

And Keep You In The Rear Of Your Affection, Out Of The Shot And Danger Of Desire, The Chariest Maid Is Prodigal Enough If She Unmasks Her Beauty To The Moon.

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.

Love That We Cannot Have Is The One That Lasts The Longest,hurts The Deepest,but Feels The Strongest

The Mightier Man, The Mightier Is The Thing That Makes Him Honored Or Begets Him Hate; For Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.