Would Ye Both Eat Your Cake And

All A Green Willow, Willow, All A Green Willow Is My Garland.

A Fig For A Care, A Fig For A Woe!

And While I At Length Debate And Beate The Bush, There Shall Steppe In Other Men And Catch The Burdes.

No Man Loveth His Fetters, Be They Made Of Gold.

She Is Nether Fish Nor Flesh, Nor Good Red Herring.