I see, sir, you are liberal in offers. You taught me first to beg, and now methinks You teach me how a beggar should be answered.

O comfort-killing night, image of hell, Dim register and notary of shame, Black stage for tragedies and murders fell, Vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame!

Such as we are made of, such we be.

We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

Best men oft are moulded out of faults.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.

As you are old and reverend, you should be wise.