These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!