Hell Is Empty And All The Devils

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Teach Not Thy Lip Such Scorn, For It Was Made For Kissing, Lady, Not For Such Contempt.