Doubt Is A Thief That

Through Tattered Clothes, Small Vices Do Appear. Robes And Furred Gowns Hide All.

Her Father Lov'd Me; Oft Invited Me; Still Question'd Me The Story Of My Life, From Year To Year, The Battles, Sieges, Fortunes, That I Have Pass'd.

Accommodated; That Is, When A Man Is, As They Say, Accommodated; Or When A Man Is, Being, Whereby A' May Be Thought To Be Accommodated,?which Is An Excellent Thing.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh; But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.... If I Had A Thousand Sons, The First Human Principle I Would Teach Them Should Be, To Forswear Thin Potations And To Addict Themselves To Sack.