[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

How Many Things By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!

O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? O, Stay And Hear; Your True Love's Coming, That Can Sing Both High And Low: Trip No Further, Pretty Sweeting; Journeys End In Lovers Meeting, Every Wise Man's Son Doth Know. What Is Love? 'tis Not Hereafter; Present Mirth Hath Present Laughter; What's To Come Is Still Unsure: In Delay There Lies Not Plenty; Then, Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty, Youth's A Stuff Will Not Endure.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!