Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

"fair, Kind, And True" Is All My Argument, "fair, Kind, And True" Varying To Other Words; And In This Change Is My Invention Spent, Three Themes In One, Which Wondrous Scope Affords.

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.