No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.
Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.
All difficulties are easy when they are known.
Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Some men there are love not a gaping pig, some that are mad if they behold a cat, and others when the bagpipe sings I the nose cannot contain their urine.