Good Reasons Must Of Force Give Place

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy Part.

You Know That I Do Fawn On Men, And Hug Them Hard, And After Scandal Them.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.