The Prince Of Darkness Is A Gentleman!

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

Take You Me For A Sponge?

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!