Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th'

Though I Look Old, Yet I Am Strong And Lusty; For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood; And Did Not, With Unbashful Forehead, Woo The Means Of Weakness And Debility: Therefore My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

How Much An Ill Word May Empoison Liking!

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

The Horn, The Horn, The Lusty Horn Is Not A Thing To Laugh To Scorn.