It Is Silliness To Live When To

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

I Thank God I Am Not A Woman, To Be Touched In So Many Giddy Offences As He Hath Generally Taxed Their Whole Their Whole Sex Withal.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

Shorten My Days Thou Canst With Sullen Sorrow, And Pluck Nights From Me, But Not Lend A Morrow; Thou Canst Help Time To Furrow Me With Age, But Stop No Wrinkle In His Pilgrimage.