There Is No Such Sport As Sport

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.

Full Many A Lady I Have Eyed With Best Regard, And Many A Time Th' Harmony Of Their Tongues Hath Into Bondage Brought My Too Diligent Ear; For Several Virtues Have I Liked Several Women; Never Any With So Full Soul But Some Defect In Her Did Quarrel With The Noblest Grace She Owed, And Put It To The Foil.

We Were Not Born To Sue, But To Command.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.