Awake, Awake, English Nobility! Let Not Sloth

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

Best Men Oft Are Moulded Out Of Faults.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking.

I Doubt Not Then But Innocence Shall Makefalse Accusation Blush, And Tyrannytremble At Patience.

The Rose Looks Fair, But Fairer We It Deem For That Sweet Odour Which Doth In It Live.