This Thought Is As A

A Sympathy In Choice.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian Or An Ordinary Man Has; But I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn