Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!

'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More Mighty Than He Seems.

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.