Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?