Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks

Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If Ever, Now.

Is It Possible He Should Know What He Is, And Be That He Is?

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.