Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

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

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

I Once Did Hold It, As Our Statists Do, A Baseness To Write Fair, And Labour'd Much How To Forget That Learning; But, Sir, Now It Did Me Yeoman's Service.