How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

And Keep You In The Rear Of Your Affection, Out Of The Shot And Danger Of Desire, The Chariest Maid Is Prodigal Enough If She Unmasks Her Beauty To The Moon.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

When Lenity And Cruelty Play For A Kingdom, The Gentler Gamester Is The Soonest Winner

A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm