An Honest Man, Sir, Is

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

Patch Grief With Proverbs.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.