Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.

Sound Trumpets! Let Our Bloody Colours Wave! And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

Sin From Thy Lips? O Trespass Sweetly Urged! Give Me My Sin Again.