Appetite, A Universal Wolf.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Be Merry, And Employ Your Chiefest Thoughts To Courtship And Such Fair Ostents Of Love As Shall Conveniently Become You There.

Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed For Speech.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.