Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth.

Good Words Are Better Than Bad Strokes.

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

Thy Tongue Makes Welsh As Sweet As Ditties Highly Penn'd, Sung By A Fair Queen In A Summer's Bower, With Ravishing Division, To Her Lute.

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?

Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.