While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.