A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A

Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor Himself.

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.

Here's That Which Is Too Weak To Be A Sinner, Honest Water, Which Ne'er Left Man I' The Mire.

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

Indeed, Sir, He That Sleeps Feels Not The Toothache; But A Man That Were To Sleep Your Sleep, And A Hangman To Help Him To Bed, I Think He Would Change Places With His Officer; For Look You, Sir, You Know Not Which Way You Shall Go.