In A False Quarrel There Is No

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

A Noble Shalt Thou Have, And Present Pay; And Liquor Likewise Will I Give To Thee, And Friendship Shall Combine, And Brotherhood.

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.