A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Die For Adultery! No: The Wren Goes To't, And The Small Gilded Fly Does Lecher In My Sight

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.