Presume Not That I Am The Thing

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

Faith, There Hath Been Many Great Men That Have Flattered The People Who Ne'er Loved Them.

Lend Less Than You Owe.

A Table-full Of Welcome!