Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To

Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.

How Long A Time Lies In One Little Word?

What A Pretty Thing Man Is When He Goes In His Doublet And Hose And Leaves Off His Wit!