How Every Fool Can Play Upon The

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.

Drink Down All Unkindness.

Through Tattered Clothes Great Vices Do Appear; Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All. Plate Sin With Gold And The Strong Lance Of Justice Hurtless Breaks. Arm It In Rags, A Pigmy's Straw Does Pierce It.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.

I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were Good To Be Done, Than Be One Of The Twenty To Follow Mine Own Teaching.