True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

The Day For Whose Returns, And Many, All These Pray; And So Do I.

A Good Man Will Avoid The Spot Of Any Sin. The Very Aspersion Is Grievous, Which Makes Him Choose His Way In His Life, As He Would In His Journey.

Neither Do Thou Lust After That Tawny Weed Tobacco.

Soul Of The Age! The Applause! Delight! The Wonder Of Our Stage!

It Is As Great A Spite To Be Praised In The Wrong Place, And By A Wrong Person, As Can Be Done To A Noble Nature.