I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.