They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.

We Are Oft To Blame In This, - 'tis Too Much Proved, - That With Devotion's Visage, And Pios Action We Do Sugar O'er The Devil Himself.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!