My mind to me a kingdom is, such present joys therein I find, that it excels all other bliss.
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; they hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
And love is love in beggars and in kings.
If nice guys finish last, then great guys come in right after them.
Some have too much, yet still do crave; I little have, and seek no more. They are but poor, though much they have, And I am rich with little store.
