I Had Rather Be A Dog, And

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

Had I But Served My God With Half The Zeal I Served My King, He Would Not In Mine Age Have Left Me Naked To Mine Enemies.

Tis Mad Idolatry To Make The Service Greater Than The God.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.