He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

When Truth Kills Truth, O Devilish Holy Fray!

Thanks To Men Of Noble Minds, Is Honorable Meed.

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

Shall I Never See A Bachelor Of Three Score Again?

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame