I Do Not Hate A Proud Man,

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

For Thy Sweet Love Remember'd Such Wealth Brings That Then I Scorn To Change My State With Kings.

Time's Glory Is To Command Contending Kings, To Unmask Falsehood, And Bring Truth To Light.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.