For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

I Am Now Of All Humors That Have Showed Themselves Humors Since The Old Days Of Goodman Adam To The Pupil Age Of This Present Twelve O'clock At Midnight.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

A King Of Infinite Space

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!