Is She Kind As She Is Fair?

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

Oh! It Offends Me To The Soul To Hear A Robust Periwig-pated Fellow, Tear A Passion To Tatters, To Very Rags, To Split The Ears Of The Groundlings.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.