Old Time The Clock-setter.

Sweetest Nut Hath Sourest Rind.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

To Offend And Judge Are Distinct Offices, And Of Opposed Natures.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.