Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

My Father Compounded With My Mother Under The Dragon's Tail, And My Nativity Was Under Ursa Major, So That It Follows, I Am Roughand Lecherous. Tut, I Should Have Been That I Am, Had The Maidenliest Star In The Firmament Twinkled On My Bastardizing.

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.