What Early Tongue So Sweet Saluteth Me?

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

Manhood Is Melted Into Courtesies, Valor Into Compliment, And Men Are Only Turned Into Tongue, And Trim Ones, Too.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.