Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.

O, Had I But Followed The Arts!

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

I Am Joined With No Foot Land-rakers, No Long-staff, Sixpenny Strikers, None Of These Mad, Mustachio Purple-hued Maltworms, But With Nobility And Tranquillity.

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.