Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel, But, Being In, Bear T That Th' Opposed May Beware Of Thee.

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?