It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes

When Remedies Are Past, The Griefs Are Ended By Seeing The Worst, Which Late On Hopes Depended.

Fat Paunches Have Lean Pates, And Dainty Bits Make Rich The Ribs, But Backrout Quite The Wits.

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.

Men That Make Envy And Crooked Malice Nourishment, Dare Bite The Best.