And She's Fair I Love.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.