The Devil Can Cite Scripture For His

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves: The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament. In Law, What Plea So Tainted And Corrupt, But, Being Seasoned With A Gracious Voice, Obscures The Show Of Evil? In Religion, What Damned Error, But Some Sober Brow Will Bless It And Approve It With A Text, Hiding The Grossness With Fair Ornament? There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.

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

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?