He That Loves To Be Flattered Is

I Have Thought Some Of Nature's Journeymen Had Made Men And Not Made Them Well, They Imitated Humanity So Abominably.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

I Rather Would Entreat Thy Company; To See The Wonders Of The World Abroad, Than, Living Dully Sluggardized At Home, Wear Out Thy Youth With Shapeless Idleness.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.