My Heart Laments That Virtue

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp Of Truth.

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

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

There Is A World Elsewhere.