Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.

We Will Meet; And There We May Rehearse Most Obscenely And Courageously.

Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good Ale.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.