Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

The World Must Be Peopled!

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

A Woman Impudent And Mannish Grown Is Not More Loath'd Than An Effeminate Man.

Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By Ill.

Now, My Co-mates And Brothers In Exile, Hath Not Old Custom Made This Life More Sweet Than That Of Painted Pomp? Are Not These Woods More Free From Peril Than The Envious Court?