In Brief, Sir, Study What You Most

Good Reasons Must Of Force Give Place To Better.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

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.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.