What Else May Hap, To Time I

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

Can It Be That Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness? Having Waste Ground Enough, Shall We Desire To Raze The Sanctuary And Pitch Our Evils There?

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!