Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

Wooing, Wedding, And Repenting Is As A Scotch Jig, A Measure, And A Cinque-pace: The First Suit Is Hot And Hasty Like A Scotch Jig--and Full As Fantastical; The Wedding, Mannerly Modest, As A Measure, Full Of State And Ancientry; And Then Comes Repentance And With His Bad Legs Falls Into The Cinque-pace Faster And Faster, Till He Sink Into His Grave.

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

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.