I Am Not Mad; I Would To

Affection Is A Coal That Must Be Cooled; Else, Suffered, It Will Set The Heart On Fire.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

A Man In All The World's New Fashion Planted, That Hath A Mint Of Phrases In His Brain.

Let Each Man Do His Best.

...lest Too Light Winning Make The Prize Light.