Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

For I Have Neither Wit, Nor Words, Nor Worth, Action, Nor Utterance, Nor The Power Of Speech, To Stir Men's Blood: I Only Speak Right On; I Tell You That Which You Yourselves Do Know.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends And In Their Triumph Die, Like Fire And Powder, Which As They Kiss Consume. The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite. Therefore Love Moderately; Long Love Doth So; Too Swift Arrives As Tardy As Too Slow.

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.