Policy Sits Above Conscience.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.

See How She Leans Her Cheek Upon Her Hand. O, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand That I Might Touch That Cheek!

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.