They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

My Meaning In Saying He Is A Good Man, Is To Have You Understand Me That He Is Sufficient.

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its Woe.