God Grant Us Patience!

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

Speak, My Fair, And Fairly, I Pray Thee.

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.