A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.

I Was A Coward On Instinct.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

If Thou Wilt Lend This Money, Lend It Not As To Thy Friends; For When Did Friendship Take A Breed For Barren Metal Of His Friend?