But Clay And Clay Differs In Dignity,

Fie, Thou Dishonest Satan! I Call Thee By The Most Modest Terms; For I Am One Of Those Gentle Ones That Will Use The Devil Himself With Courtesy: Sayest Thou That House Is Dark?

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.

But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.

Lords, Knights And Gentlemen, What I Should Say My Tears Gainsay; For Every Word I Speak, Ye See I Drink The Water Of My Eye.