Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

When Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On They Do Suggest At First With Heavenly Shows

Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Free Without Indecency, Learned Without Conceitedness, Novel Without Falsehood.