A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

A Very Honest Woman But Something Given To Lie

The Summer's Flow'r Is To The Summer Sweet, Though To Itself It Only Live And Die' But If That Flow'r With Base Infection Meet, The Basest Weed Outbraves His Dignity: For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another.

Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself.