I Had Rather Be A Dog, And

And Thus I Clothe My Naked Villainy With Odd Old Ends Stol'n Out Of Holy Writ; And Seem A Saint, When Most I Play The Devil.

Life... Is A Paradise To What We Know Of Death.

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

To Sleep Perchance To Dream