I Am Not Only Witty

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

You See Me Here, You Gods, A Poor Old Man, As Full Of Grief As Age; Wretched In Both.

The King-becoming Graces, As Justice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stableness, Bounty, Perseverance, Mercy, Lowliness, Devotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude, I Have No Relish Of Them, But Abound In The Division Of Each Several Crime, Acting In Many Ways.