Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious

I Dote On His Very Absence.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

You Peasant Swain! You Whoreson Malt-horse Drudge!

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.