I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.