Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.