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Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

It Is To Be All Made Of Fantasy, All Made Of Passion And All Made Of Wishes, All Adoration, Duty, And Observance, All Humbleness, All Patience And Impatience, All Purity, All Trial, All Observance