I Am As Vigilant As A Cat

O, Let Me Kiss That Hand! King Lear: Let Me Wipe It First; It Smells Of Mortality.

O Faithless Coward! O Dishonest Wretch! Wilt Thou Be Made A Man Out Of My Vice?

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

Remembrance Of Things Past.

Use Every Man According To His Desert And Who Should 'scape Whipping? Use Them After Your Own Honor And Dignity, The Less They Deserve ... The More Merit In Your Bounty.