Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

You Cannot, Sir, Take From Me Any Thing That I Will More Willingly Part Withal: Except My Life, Except My Life, Except My Life.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.