So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

Drink, Sir, Is A Great Provoker Of Three Things . . . Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine. Lechery, Sir, It Provokes, And Unprovokes; It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance.

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

Teach Not Thy Lip Such Scorn, For It Was Made For Kissing, Lady, Not For Such Contempt.