I Go, I Go, Look How I

A Table Full Of Welcome Makes Scarce One Dainty Dish.

I Know Them, Yea, And What They Weigh, Even To The Utmost Scruple; Scambling, Out-facing, Fashion-mong'ring Boys, That Lie, And Cog, And Flout, Deprave, And Slander, Go Antickly, And Show Outward Hideousness, And Speak Off Half A Dozen Dangerous Words, How They Might Hurt Their Enemies, If They Durst; And This Is All.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say! One: Two: Why, Then 'tis Time To Do't. Hell Is Murky!

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well