The True Way To Gain Much Is

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

You Are No Better Than You Should Be.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

It Is A Word That's Quickly Spoken, Which Being Unrestrained, A Heart Is Broken

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.