Here, Thou Incestuous, Murderous, Damned Dane, Drink

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

This Is The Very Coinage Of Your Brain: This Bodiless Creation Ecstasy.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.