My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

You Are Thought Here To The Most Senseless And Fit Man For The Job.

O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better Than Figs.

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.