Good Men But See Death, The Wicked

[the Play] Is Like To Be A Very Conceited Scurvy One, In Plain English.

Very Few Men Are Wise By Their Own Council, Or Learned By Their Own Teaching. For He That Was Only Taught By Himself, Had A Fool For A Master.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do It Tomorrow; Best, While You Have It, Use Your Breath; There Is No Drinking After Death.

Tis The Common Disease Of All Your Musicians That They Know No Mean, To Be Entreated, Either To Begin Or End.

He That Departs With His Own Honesty For Vulgar , Doth It Too Dearly Buy.