We must be brief when traitors brave the field.
Foul cankering rust the hidden treasure frets, but gold that's put to use more gold begets.
It is a good divine that follows his own instructions.
Evermore thanks, the exchequer of the poor
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you, trippingly on the tongue.
Here will be an old abusing of God's patience and the king's English.