A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.