Past All Shame, So Past All Truth.

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

Drink, Sir, Is A Great Provoker Of Three Things . . . Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine. Lechery, Sir, It Provokes, And Unprovokes; It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance.

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.