Life... Is A Paradise To What We

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.