Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does Make Our Faith Mere Folly.

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.