Better A Little Chiding Than A Great

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.