Is He On His Horse? O Happy

Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do Grow Apace.

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Virtue Itself Scapes Not Calumnious Strokes.