Faults That Are Rich Are Fair.

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

But Virtue Never Will Be Mov'd, Though Lewdness Court It In A Shape Of Heaven.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.