Old Time The Clock-setter.

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.