Their Lips Were Four Red

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

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.

Though This Be Madness, Yet There Is Method In't.

I Must Be Cruel, Only To Be Kind.