Give Me My Sin Again.

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means. By Heaven, I Had Rather Coin My Heart, And Drop My Blood For Drachmas

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.

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

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!