There Is Thy Gold, Worse Poison To

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

Is Not Birth, Beauty, Good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, And Such Like, The Spice And Salt That Season A Man

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.