No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

My Love To Thee Is Sound, Sans Crack Or Flaw.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.