O, Teach Me How You Look, And

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

More Can I Bear Than You Dare Execute.

It May Do Good; Pride Hath No Other Glass To Show Itself But Pride, For Supple Knees Feed Arrogance And Are The Proud Man's Fees.