Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

Who Can Be Patient In Extremes?

I Like This Place And Could Willingly Waste My Time In It.

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.