Who Is Here So Vile That Will

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.