For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.