Muster Your Wits; Stand In Your Own

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

What A Deformed Thief This Fashion Is.

Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than Mutinies In A Man's Bosom; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.