And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life,

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Yield Not Thy Neck To Fortunes Yoke, But Let Thy Dauntless Mind Still Ride In Triumph Over All Mischance.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.