I Wish You Well And

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?

That Affable Familiar Ghost Which Nightly Gulls Him With Intelligence.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.