Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

A Violet In The Youth Of Primy Nature, Forward, Not Permanent--sweet, Not Lasting; The Perfume And Suppliance Of A Minute; No More.

Now Let It Work. Mischief, Thou Art Afoot. Take Thou What Course Thou Wilt.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.