How hard it is for women to keep counsel!
My father names me Autolycus, who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.
Gold--what can it not do, and undo?
At Christmas, I no more desire a rose.
I love thee, and it is my love that speaks
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks, but I thank you; and sure, dear friends, my thanks are too dear a halfpenny.