Pause Awhile, And Let My Counsel Sway

Avaunt, You Cullions!

Better Conquest Never Canst Thou Make Than Arm Thy Constant And Thy Nobler Parts Against Giddy, Loose Suggestions.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.