Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue.

Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

If You Prick Us Do We Not Bleed? If You Tickle Us Do We Not Laugh? If You Poison Us Do We Not Die? And If You Wrong Us Shall We Not Revenge?

Fruits That Blossom First Will First Be Ripe.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.