Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight

Let Those That Merely Talk And Never Think, That Live In The Wild Anarchy Of Drink

Well, I Will Scourge Those Apes, And To These Courteous Eyes Oppose A Mirror, As Large As Is The Stage Whereon We Act; Where They Shall See The Time's Deformity Anatomised In Every Nerve, And Sinew, With Constant Courage, And Contempt Of Fear.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

True Melancholy Breeds Your Perfect Fine Wit.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.