Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.

When That Churl Death My Bones With Dust Shall Cover.

If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.