An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

There's No Better Sign Of A Brave Mind Than A Hard Hand.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.