The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man

And The More Pity That Great Folk Should Have Count'nance In This World To Drown Or Hang Themselves More Than Their Even-christen.

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.