In Delay There Lies No Plenty.

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

Even So; An't Please Your Worship, Brakenbury, You May Partake Of Any Thing We Say: We Speak No Treason, Man; We Say The King Is Wise And Virtuous, And His Noble Queen Well Struck In Years, Fair, And Not Jealous; We Say That Shore's Wife Hath A Pretty Foot, A Cherry Lip, A Bonny Eye, A Passing Pleasing Tongue; And That The Queen's Kindred Are Made Gentlefolks.

In Nature There's No Blemish But The Mind. None Can Be Called Deformed But The Unkind.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue