One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.

Farewell The Plumed Troop, And The Big Wars That Make Ambition Virtue! O, Farewell! Farewell The Neighing Steed And The Shrill Trump, The Spirit-stirring Drum, Th' Ear-piercing Fife, The Royal Banner, And All Quality, Pride, Pomp, And Circumstance Of Glorious War!

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?