Now, neighbor confines, purge you of your scum! Have you a ruffian that will swear, drink, dance, revel the night, rob, murder, and commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways?

They are but beggars that can count their worth.

Gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom.

If thou remeber'st not the slightest folly that ever love did make thee run into, thou hast not lov'd

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.

Conversation should be pleasant without scurrility, witty without affectation, free without indecency, learned without conceitedness, novel without falsehood.

The last taste of sweets is sweetest last.