We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day.
He that dies this year is quit for the next.
Thieves for their robbery have authority When judges steal themselves.
Sir, he's a good dog, and a fair dog.
Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.
In religion, What damned error but some sober brow Will bless it, and approve it with a text, Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?