He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

Out, You Tallow-face! You Baggage!

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell Deeds.