To Find Yourself Jilted Is A Blow

The Greater The Obstacle, The More Glory In Overcoming It.

There Is No Praise To Bear The Sort That You Put In Your Pocket.

It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People Laugh.

I Prefer A Pleasant Vice To An Annoying Virtue.

Then Worms Shall Try That Long Preserved Virginity, And Your Quaint Honor Turn To Dust, And Into Ashes All My Lust. The Grave's A Fine And Private Place But None, I Think, Do There Embrace.