The World Must Be Peopled!

To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.