Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Experience is by industry achieved, And perfected by the swift course of time.
The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.
Do not swear by the moon, for she changes constantly. Then your love would also change.
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
Speak of me as I am. Nothing extenuate, nor set down aught in malice.