Remembrance Of Things Past.

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed

You Kiss By Th' Book.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.