May not the scelerate hands of foure blood-shedding wolves facily devoure, and shake a peeces, one silly stragling lambe?
— William Lithgow
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A painted Whoore, the maske of deadly sin,
Sweet faire without, and stinking foule within.
Totall Discourse (1632)
A monstrous filthinesse, and yet to them a pleasant pastime, making songs, and singing Sonets of the beauty and pleasure of their Bardassi, or buggerd boyes.
All Turkes do detest the colour of blacke, and thinke those that weare it, shall never enter into Paradise: But the colour of greatest request among them is greene; wherewith if any Christian be apparrelled, he shall be sure of Bastinadoes, and other punishments.
The science of the world ... is onely acquisted by conversation, and haunting the company of the most experimented; ... and above all, and principally by Travellers, and Voyagers ... whose experience confirmeth the true Science thereof.
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