To Be No Part Of Any Body,

How Many Times Go We To Comedies, To Masques, To Places Of Great And Noble Resort, Nay Even To Church Only To See The Company.

Solitude Is A Torment Which Is Not Threatened In Hell Itself.

To Roam Giddily, And Be Everywhere But At Home, Such Freedom Doth A Banishment Become.

My Love Though Silly Is More Brave.

To Be No Part Of Any Body, Is To Be Nothing.