Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In

Nay, Do Not Think I Flatter. For What Advancement May I Hope From Thee, That No Revenue Hast But Thy Good Spirits To Feed And Clothe Thee? Why Should The Poor Be Flattered?

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach It But How, And Thou Shalt See How Apt It Is To Learn. Any Hard Lesson That May Do Thee Good.

What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?

To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily... Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess