A beggar's book outworths a noble's blood.

“Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.BEATRICENot till G…”

“The iron tongue of Midnight hathtold twelve lovers, to bed; 'tisalmost fairy ti…”

“You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense.”

“Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.”