Commit The Oldest Sins The

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

Are You Up To Your Destiny?

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

But Earthlier Happy Is The Rose Distill'd Than That Which Withering On The Virgin Thorn Grows, Lives, And Dies In Single Blessedness.

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.