Tis No Sin Love's Fruits To Steal;

If I Freely May Discover What Should Please Me In My Lover, I Would Have Her Fair And Witty, Savouring More Of Court Than City; A Little Proud, But Full Of Pity; Light And Humorous In Her Toying, Oft Building Hopes, And Soon Destroying, Long, But Sweet In The Enjoying; Neither Too Easy Nor To Hard; All Extremes I Would Have Barr'd.

Affliction Teacheth A Wicked Person Sometime To Pray; Prosperity Never.

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or Likeness So True As His Speech.

Language Most Shows A Man, Speak That I May See Thee.