Cut Men's Throats With Whisperings.

Doing, A Filthy Pleasure Is, And Short; And Done, We Straight Repent Us Of The Sport: Let Us Not Rush Blindly On Unto It, Like Lustful Beasts, That Only Know To Do It: For Lust Will Languish, And That Heat Decay, But Thus, Thus, Keeping Endless Holy-.

We Are Persons Of Quality, I Assure You, And Women Of Fashion, And Come To See And To Be Seen.

How Fortune Piles Her Sports When She Begins To Practise Them!

Money Never Made Any Man Rich, But His Mind. He That Can Order Himself To The Law Of Nature, Is Not Only Without The Sense, But The Fear Of Poverty.

God Wisheth None Should Wreck On A Strange Shelf: To Him Man's Dearer Than To Himself.