The Proverb Is Something Musty.

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

I Scorn You, Scurvy Companion.

So May I, Blind Fortune Leading Me, Miss That Which One Unworthier May Attain, And Die With Grieving.

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.

I Have Lov'd Her Ever Since I Saw Her; And Still I See Her Beautiful