Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out

I Praise God For You, Sir: Your Reasons At Dinner Have Been Sharp And Sententious; Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty Without Affectation, Audacious Without Impudency, Learned Without Opinion, And Strange With-out Heresy.

The Why Is Plain As Way To Parish Church: He That A Fool Doth Very Wisely Hit Doth Very Foolishly, Although He Smart, Not To Seem Senseless Of The Bob; If Not, The Wise Man's Folly Is Anatomiz'd Even By The Squand'ring Glances Of The Fool.

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared