I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir,

Good Fortune Then! To Make Me Blest Or Cursed'st Among Men.

Remembrance Of Things Past.

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking Move; But No More Deep Will I Endart Mine Eye Than Your Consent Gives Strength To Make It Fly.

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.