The Servant May Not Look To Be

On His Mounting The Scaffold To Be Beheaded: 'i Pray You, Master Lieutenant, See Me Safely Up, And For My Coming Down, Let Me Shift For Myself.' To The Executioner: 'pick Up Thy Spirits, Man, And Be Not Afraid To Do Thyne Office; My Neck Is Very Short; Take Heed, Therefore Thou Strike Not Awry, For Saving Of Thyne Honesty.'

He Travels Best That Knows When To Return.

I'd Give The Devil Benefit Of Law, For My Own Safety's Sake.

A Good Tale Evil Told Were Better Untold, And An Evil Take Well Told Need None Other Solicitor.

By Reason Of Gifts And Bribes The Offices Be Given To Rich Men, Which Should Rather Have Been Executed By Wise Men.