It Is Great To Do That Thing

The Latter End Of A Fray, And The Beginning Of A Feast, Fits A Dull Fighter, And A Keen Guest.

So Will I Turn Her Virtue Into Pitch, And Out Of Her Own Goodness Make The Net That Shall Enmesh Them All.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.