Time Is A Very Bankrupt And Owes

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

When A Man's Verses Cannot Be Understood, Nor A Man's Good Wit Seconded With The Forward Child Understanding, It Strikes A Man More Dead Than A Great Reckoning In A Little Room. Truly, I Would The Gods Had Made Thee Poetical.

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man!

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross