Who Riseth From A Feast With That

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.

I Had Rather Be A Kitten, And Cry Mew, Than One Of These Same Meeter Ballad-mongers: I Had Rather Heare A Brazen Candlestick Turn'd, Or A Dry Wheele Grate On The Axle-tree, And That Would Set My Teeth Nothing An Edge, Nothing So Much, As Mincing Poetrie.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

Fools Are As Like Husbands As Pilchards Are To Herrings, The Husband's The Bigger.