See What A Ready Tongue

One Sin, I Know, Another Doth Provoke. Murder's As Near To Lust As Flame To Smoke.

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.