What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

... And Death Unloads Thee.

Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth Dim Your Horrors New-begot.