Pardon's The Word To All.

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.

But We Have Reason To Cool Our Raging Motions, Our Carnal Stings, Our Unbitted Lusts; Whereof I Take This That You Call Love To Bea Sect Or Scion.... It Is Merely A Lust Of The Blood And A Permission Of The Will.

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.