A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

To Go To Bed After Midnight Is To Go To Bed Betimes

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.

I Am Afeard There Are Few Die Well That Die In Battle, For How Can They Charitably Dispose Of Anything When Blood Is Their Argument?