All Pride Is Willing Pride.

Free From Gross Passion Or Of Mirth Or Anger

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

We Cannot All Be Masters.