O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

You Are Strangely Troublesome.

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.