It Is In Pardoning That We Are

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Tis Not A Year Or Two Shows Us A Man: They Are All But Stomachs, And We All But Food; They Eat Us Hungerly, And When They Are Full They Belch Us.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

There Is A Law In Each Well-ordered Nation To Curb Those Raging Appetites That Are Most Disobedient And Refractory.