He is well paid that is well satisfied.

And how his audit stands who knows, save Heaven?

They that have voice of lions and act of hares,--are they not monsters?

For this relief much thanks. 'Tis bitter cold, and I am sick at heart.

Take no repulse, whatever she doth say; For 'get you gone,' she doth not mean 'away.' Flatter and praise, commend, extol their graces; Though ne'er so black, say they have angels' faces

Be just, and fear not.

Sin will pluck on sin.