I See That The Fashion Wears Out

If It Be True That Good Wine Needs No Bush, 'tis True That A Good Play Needs No Epilogue.

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

A College Of Wit-crackers Cannot Flout Me Out Of My Humor. Dost Thou Think I Care For A Satire Or An Epigram?

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.