A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It

Yes, Faith; It Is My Cousin's Duty To Make Curtsy And Say 'father, As It Please You.' But Yet For All That, Cousin, Let Him Be A Handsome Fellow, Or Else Make Another Curtsy And Say 'father, As It Please Me.

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!