As You Are Old And Reverend, You

Great Men May Jest With Saints; 'tis Wit In Them; But, In The Less Foul Profanation.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

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