To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.