Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing

The Gods Are Just, And Of Our Pleasant Vices Make Instruments To Plague Us.

O The World Is But A Word; Were It All Yours To Give It In A Breath, How Quickly Were It Gone!

Thou Art A Castilian King Urinal!

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.