The cat will mew, and dog will have his day.
Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.
By Heaven, my soul is purg'd from grudging hate; And with my hand I seal my true heart's love
An old black ram is tupping your white ewe
What soilders whey-face? The English for so please you. Take thy face hence.
For such things as you, I can scarce think there's any, ye're so slight.