The Amity That Wisdom Knits Not, Folly

I Had Rather Be A Toad, And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others Uses.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

Delivers In Such Apt And Gracious Words That Aged Ears Play Truant At His Tales; And Younger Hearings Are Quite Ravished; So Sweet And Voluble Is His Discourse.

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

Honour Travels In A Strait So Narrow Where One But Goes Abreast.