All Pride Is Willing Pride.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.