Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine

It Is My Lady! *sighs* O, It Is My Love! O, That She Knew She Were! She Speaks, Yet She Sais Nothing. What Of That? Her Eye Discourses; I Will Answer It. I Am Too Bold, 'tis Not To Me She Speaks; Two Of The Fairest Stars In All The Heaven, Having Some Business, Do Entreat Her Eyes To Twinkle In Their Spheres Till They Return.

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things Forgotten.