Good Wine Is A Good

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves: The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament. In Law, What Plea So Tainted And Corrupt, But, Being Seasoned With A Gracious Voice, Obscures The Show Of Evil? In Religion, What Damned Error, But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament? There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

O, Full Of Scorpions Is My Mind!

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.