To England Will I Steal, And There

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

We Must Every One Be A Man Of His Own Fancy.

Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves You So? / Lay Breath So Bitter On Your Bitter Foe.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.