And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity

Full Many A Lady I Have Eyed With Best Regard, And Many A Time Th' Harmony Of Their Tongues Hath Into Bondage Brought My Too Diligent Ear; For Several Virtues Have I Liked Several Women; Never Any With So Full Soul But Some Defect In Her Did Quarrel With The Noblest Grace She Owed, And Put It To The Foil.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.

Love Goes Toward Love.

[thine] Face Is Not Worth Sunburning.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.