The miserable have no other medicine But only hope.

I am as vigilant as a cat to steal cream.

Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.

Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.

When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.

O, let him pass. He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.

And send him many years of sunshine days!