Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But

He Lives In Fame That Died In Virtue's Cause.

And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Moulds, All Germens Spill At Once That Makes Ingrateful Man!

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

I Will Praise Any Man That Will Praise Me.

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!