Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Preposterous Ass, That Never Read So Far To Know The Cause Why Music Was Ordain'd! Was It Not To Refresh The Mind Of Man, After His Studies Or His Usual Pain?

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

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.