I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

My Meaning In Saying He Is A Good Man, Is To Have You Understand Me That He Is Sufficient.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

We Make Ourselves Fools To Disport Ourselves And Spend Our Flatteries To Drink Those Men Upon Whose Age We Void It Up Again With Poisonous Spite And Envy.

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?