How Well He's Read, To Reason Against

He Is Dead And Gone, Lady, He Is Dead And Gone; At His Head A Grass-green Turf, At His Heels A Stone.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

A Rarer Spirit Never Did Steer Humanity; But You Gods Will Give Us Some Faults To Make Us Men.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

The Silence Often Of Pure Innocence Persuades When Speaking Fails.