Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

To Beguile The Time, Look Like The Time.

Nay, I Am The Very Pink Of Courtesy.

Who Can Be Patient In Extremes?

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.