As You Are Old And Reverend, You

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.