Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?

For There Was Never Yet Philosoper That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently, However They Have Writ The Style Of Gods, And Made A Push At Chance And Sufferance.