How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks!

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem Vile; Filths Savour But Themselves.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.

O, How I Faint When I Of You Do Write, Knowing A Better Spirit Doth Use Your Name, And In The Praise Thereof Spends All His Might To Make Me Tongue-tied Speaking Of Your Fame.