A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sell Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy?

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.