Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God; One That Composed Your Beauties, Yea, And One To Whom You Are But As A Form In Wax, By Him Imprinted, And Within His Power To Leave The Figure Or Disfigure It.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

I'll Privily Away; I Love The People, But Do Not Like To Stage Me To Their Eyes; Though It Do Well, I Do Not Relish Well Their Loud Applause And Aves Vehement, Nor Do I Think The Man Of Safe Discretion That Does Not Affect It.

As Soon Go Kindle Fire With Snow, As Seek To Quench The Fire Of Love With Words.

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!