بخت به راستی یک روسپی است:اگر بخششی کند ذره ذره می دهد تا یکباره باز ستاند.

“When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore m…”

“What! because we are poor Shall we be vicious?”

“Call for the robin-red-breast and the wren, Since o'er shady groves they hover,…”

“Do you not weep? Other sins only speak, murder shreaks out:The element of water…”