Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
You dull ass will not mend his pace with beating.
Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
When you do dance, I wish you a wave o' the sea, that you might ever do nothing but that.
The setting sun, and the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in rememberance more than long things past.