They Have Been At A Great Feast

The Evil That Men Do Lives After Them; The Good Is Oft Interred With Their Bones.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineer Hoist With His Own Petar; And't Shall Go Hard But I Will Delve One Yard Below Their Mines And Blow Them At The Moon.

Be Not Too Tame Neither, But Let Your Own Discretion Be Your Tutor; Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.