Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!