Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till

The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff.

Swift As Shadow, Short As Any Dream

Under The Colour Of Commending Him I Have Access My Own Love To Prefer; But Silvia Is Too Fair, Too True, Too Holy, To Be Corrupted With My Worthless Gifts.