We See Which Way The Stream Of

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

You Take My House When You Do Take The Prop That Doth Sustain My House; You Take My Life When You Do Take The Means Whereby I Live.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

They Do Not Abuse The King That Flatter Him. For Flattery Is The Bellows Blows Up Sin; The Thing The Which Is Flattered, But A Spark To Which That Blast Gives Heat And Stronger Glowing.

And The More Pity That Great Folk Should Have Count'nance In This World To Drown Or Hang Themselves More Than Their Even-christen.