You Are Yoked With A Lamb, That

Let Us Sit And Mock The Good Housewife Fortune From Her Wheel, That Her Gifts May Henceforth Be Bestowed Equally, I Would We Could Do So For Her Benefits Are Mightily Misplaced And The Bountiful Blind Girl Doth Most Mistake In Her Gifts To Women. 'tis True For Those That She Makes Fair She Scarce Makes Honest And Those That She Makes Honest She Makes Very Ill-favouredly. Nay, Now Thou Goest From Fortunes Office To Natures. Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World, Not In The Lineaments Of Nature.

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

They That Have Voice Of Lions And Act Of Hares,--are They Not Monsters?

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!