Conversation Should Be Pleasant Without Scurrility, Witty

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.

It Is A Familiar Beast To Man, And Signifies Love.

A Turn Or Two I'll Walk To Still My Beating Mind.

I Am Not Mad; I Would To Heaven I Were! For Then, 'tis Like I Should Forget Myself; O, If I Could, What Grief Should I Forget!