He That Loves To Be Flattered Is

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.

Be Great In Act, As You Have Been In Thought.

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.