The coward dies a thousand deaths, the valiant, only once!
Fair, kind, and true, have often lived alone.
Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.
A peevish self-willed harlotry it is. *She’s a stubborn little brat.*
How now, wit! Whither wander you?
Wine loved I deeply, dice dearly.