Love For Thy Love , And Hand

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.

Many A Good Hanging Prevents A Bad Marriage.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

Look, The World's Comforter, With Weary Gait, His Day's Hot Task Hath Ended In The West: The Owl, Night's Herald, Shrieks-'tis Very Late; The Sheep Are Gone To Fold, Birds To Their Nest; And Coal-black Clouds, That Shadow Heaven's Light, Do Summon Us To Part, And Bid Good Night.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.