Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

Assume A Virtue, If You Have It Not. That Monster, Custom, Who All Sense Doth Eat; Of Habits Devil, Is Angel Yet In This.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

The Common Curse Of Mankind, Folly And Ignorance, Be Thine In Great Revenue!

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.