'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

I Love Him For His Sake; And Yet I Know Him A Notorious Liar, Think Him A Great Way Fool, Solely A Coward; Yet These Fix'd Evils Sit So Fit In Him That They Take Place When Virtue's Steely Bones Looks Bleak I' Th' Cold Wind; Withal, Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None

In Springtime, The Only Pretty Ring Time Birds Sing, Hey Ding A-ding, A-ding Sweet Lovers Love The Spring—