Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

Do Not Cast Away An Honest Man For A Villain's Accusation.

To Sleep Perchance To Dream

Die For Adultery! No: The Wren Goes To't, And The Small Gilded Fly Does Lecher In My Sight

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.