The Proverb Is Something Musty.

The Cheek Is Apter Than The Tongue To Tell An Errand.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat, Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This, That To The Use Of Actions Fair And Good He Likewise Gives A Frock Or Livery That Aptly Is Put On. Refrain Tonight, 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.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse