Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.

Nay, Do Not Think I Flatter. For What Advancement May I Hope From Thee, That No Revenue Hast But Thy Good Spirits To Feed And Clothe Thee? Why Should The Poor Be Flattered?

Good Reasons Must Of Force Give Place To Better.

Though Authority Be A Stubborn Bear, Yet He Is Oft Let By The Nose With Gold.