Though Age From Folly Could Not Give

I Do Beseech You- Though I Perchance Am Vicious In My Guess , That Your Wisdom Yet From One That So Imperfectly Conjects Would Take No Notice, Nor Build Yourself A Trouble Out Of His Scattering And Unsure Observance.

He That Keeps Not Crust Nor Crum Weary Of All, Shall Want Some.

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

Nothing Emboldens Sin So Much As Mercy.