With Mirth In Funeral And

A Time, Methinks, Too Short To Make A World-without-end Bargain In.

Be Just, And Fear Not.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another.

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

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.