Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But

Honor's A Thing Too Subtle For Wisdom; If Honor Lie In Eating, He's Right Honorable.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.