Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

We Have Seen Better Days.