Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.