Great Men Should Drink With Harness On

I Will Be Free, Even To The Uttermost, As I Please, In Words.

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.

Would I Were In An Alehouse In London.

But Since The Affairs Of Men Rests Still Incertain, Let's Reason With The Worst That May Befall.

I Have A Kind Soul That Would Give You Thanks. And Knows Not How To Do It But With Tears.