Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

Wert Thou As Far As That Vast Shore Washed With The Farthest Sea, I Would Adventure For Such Merchandise.

Time Doth Transfix The Flourish Set On Youth And Delves The Parallels In Beauty's Brow.

O Thou Invisible Spirit Of Wine, If Thou Hast No Name To Be Known By, Let Us Call Thee Devil.