Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

If Money Go Before, All Ways Do Lie Open.