For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

The Tartness Of His Face Sours Ripe Grapes.

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?

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality