All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

Like Patience Gazing On Kings' Graves, And Smiling Extremity Out Of Act.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

More Of Your Conversation Would Infect My Brain.